With Bologue's support, Palmer cautiously stepped over the doorway, his feet touching the solid floor, as the fragrance of daisies flowed from between the bookshelves, the flickering light warming his face.
The great library was extremely quiet, an ancient and stale aura emanating from the pages, as Ewen walked through this familiar chamber, his fingertips brushing over the spines, dusting away the particles between the cracks.
Following the path in his memory, Ewen pulled out an ancient book, opened its pages, and neatly written were the stories Ewen had once lived.
This was one of Ewen's many diaries; he had always had the habit of keeping a diary, needing something to prove the authenticity of his memories.
Ewen was certain this wasn't his real Daisy Castle but a fake illusion simulated by Joyful Garden, yet he didn't expect Joyful Garden to mimic things buried deep within his memory.
