"How can something unreal become reality? That would be a miracle or impossible."

"I traveled to every corner of the world, carefully questioning my elders. Some were indifferent, while others were kind and helpful. Until one day, I finally found a record from past history of the race that was born after the World Tree blossomed."

"If elves and birds are flesh and blood, then fairies are the fruit of fantasy. They are unrestrained and possess abilities that are difficult to explain. Like children's pranks, they dress up the world at will."

"I want to find the path to the fairies, but the World Tree is long gone. Even the high-level great fairies are almost nowhere to be found, let alone the legendary mythical fairies."

"Elves have such a long lifespan, and they always record and pass on many things. In the end, I placed my hope on these ice elves, and then gradually, this garden came into being."

"The blue lotus represents sweet dreams, and the purple lotus represents nightmares. I named them like this."

Tehua spoke slowly, and Loranhill stood with her, looking at the tranquil sea of ​​flowers and feeling the vague and fragile dream in it.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Tehua gradually stopped talking.

“It is very beautiful.”

"But I still failed." Tehua sighed softly.

"Dreams are fragile things."

"I can't pick them off, because picking them off means disillusionment..." As she said this, she slowly squatted down, pinched a purple lotus, broke it and picked it off.

The lotus petals dimmed instantly, lost their fluorescence, became gray and ugly, and then withered and died.

"In the end, these lotus flowers are just like unattainable dreams, and can never reach the other side of reality." She blew gently on her palm, and the withered petals slowly disappeared into the underground space like dust.