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from Beyond the Deep Water by Ivette Martinez

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A loud screech echoes in the immense ballroom. Camille almost stops breathing in shock by the acute sound, like the doors haven't been open in years. An echo rumbles inside, making her heart react to a new discovery. Blinded by the glittering shells embedded in the seawalls, a beautiful work of art that extends a good fifty feet up to the ceiling. A hypnotic ceiling that has been stamped with images of every sea creature in history, and unknown history. Carefully shaped into a spiral of blue shades, the images follow one route towards the center. Where a giant chandelier of real pearls and diamonds hang delicately reflecting the faint light of the outside. In a mysterious way, a golden dust revolts from one end to another, a fine powder that looks like pure pollen, dancing in the inner side of the unique lamp. Camille can't take her eyes away from such a delightful creation.

"Young Lady..." the old man clears his throat to get her attention back to where it's supposed to be. Camille flinches, realizing that her mouth has been wide open as everything around her enchants her soul. She follows the long trail to a beautiful altar in the center of the room.

"I'm sorry..." she picks up the pace behind the old man, but her eyes can't focus on one thing only.

Live vines of mystical flowers decorate the corners of the immense cathedral. Plants that crawl around the center columns adding a pure scent of fresh forest in the air. Admiring every detail on the walls, there's a lightness in her body. This world has been restoring her spirit, healing her wound and cleaning up every dirtiness stock on her from her life in Primavera Town. Camille becomes preoccupied as she notices the crystal windows have been broken. Cracks that seem to have been caused by a powerful clash.

"Those were stroke by lightning," Azzel points out, giving an answer to her thoughts. She gasps quietly, still unable to get through her brain how mysterious this whole place is. ...






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