Lead-gray clouds blocked the sunlight and slowly rolled in from the north, gradually shrouding Asgard in a dark haze. The faint rumbling of thunder sounded like the low roar of a giant beast, faintly echoing.

On the deserted street, two maids, holding flower baskets, looked up at the depressing clouds in the sky with solemn expressions.

"Thunder clouds are coming from the north...it looks like Lord Thor will be back soon." One of the maids murmured.

"Lord Thor doesn't seem to be in a good mood. Did he fail to catch the assassin?"

"It seems so. It took two days to run back and forth. If the assassin was not caught, Lord Thor must be in a terrible mood. This scene is not common..."

The other maid sighed.

"Let's go back quickly. Lady Sif asked us to pick these flowers. She must want to give Lord Thor a surprise. If he comes back and sees Lady Sif standing among so many blooming chrysanthemums to pick him up, maybe he will be in a better mood." A maid sniffed the rich fragrance of the flowers in her arms, and a look of longing appeared in her eyes.

"The flower language of the chrysanthemum seems to be eternal love, right? I wonder if Lord Thor can understand Lady Sif's good intentions."

"Let's not worry about the affairs between the gods. If we are any slower, we will really miss out!"

The two maids walked quickly along the street covered with dark clouds.

At this moment, a golden rainbow light swept across the sky, as if it had discovered something. It circled in the air for half a circle and flew straight towards them.

Bragi, wearing an elegant dark gold dress, walked out from the light, his eyes fixed on the pale yellow flowers blooming in the hands of the two maids, a look of joy appeared on his face:

"Chrysanthemum with scales? This has a good meaning... Sorry, let me borrow it first!"

Without saying a word, Braki flipped his palm, and the chrysanthemum in the maid's hand flew directly into his hand. Then his body turned into a stream of light and flew away again.

"I owe you these flowers. Come to the Eternal Garden later and pick any flower you want in the garden!"

As Bragi's voice faded away, the two maids stood there at a loss, holding the empty flower baskets.

"Sister... Sister, our flowers have been taken away!" A maid finally came to her senses and was so anxious that she was about to cry.

The other maid did not react. She stared blankly in the direction where Braki left, standing there like a stone sculpture.

"He is... No, that's impossible? Hasn't that adult been missing for a long time? And the Evergarden..." Her brows were tightly furrowed, her face full of confusion.

"Sister, what are you talking about?"

"...Quick, go back! Go back to find Lady Sif and Lord Thor!" The maid looked extremely anxious. She lifted up her skirt and ran quickly to the end of the road.

"Braki is back!!"

…

Dear Braki

[Do you remember the winding gravel path at the entrance to the garden? The one we paved together with stones from the holy river? ]

[The stones in the Holy River are indeed the hardest and closest to eternity in the world. In the hundred years since you left, they have not changed at all. Every time Verdandi comes to me to borrow flower seeds, she tries to step on them hard, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't even make a crack.]

[Every time I see her stubborn and distressed expression, I find it so cute...]

[I believe that the love between us is closer to eternity than that stone path. Even if the god of death dances with his scythe on it, it cannot separate us...]

…

Under the dark thunderclouds,

Braki looked at the familiar gravel path in his memory and recalled the letter Eden had written to him not long ago.

The pale yellow chrysanthemums swayed in the wind, a few petals fell, swirled gently on the gravel road, and then floated towards the end of the path... The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He held the bouquet in his left hand and adjusted his straight collar with his right hand, like a spirited young general who had just returned from the battlefield, smiling, ready to greet the bride who had been waiting for him for a hundred years.

Braki took a step forward and walked slowly along the gravel path into the depths.

…

【Asgard in spring is always so charming. 】

[I sat on the swing at the entrance of the garden, surrounded by blooming golden buds. The warm spring breeze blew and the fragrance of the flowers almost overwhelmed me... Do you still remember the golden sea we saw at the top of the giant country? The petals of the golden buds were rolled up in the garden with the spring breeze, which was almost exactly the same as the waves of the golden sea.]

[Thanks to your reminder, I asked Sif to help solve the problem of wild fruit infestation. Now the garden has been cleaned up by me, and it is as beautiful as when we first got married. ]

[If you come back, I will definitely like it very much...]

…

On the dim gravel road, the wind blew from somewhere, bringing a hint of coolness.

Bragi climbed the stairs among the flying dead leaves. His bright dark gold dress seemed to be the only color in this dead world. The sound of the sobbing wind was like countless low wind instruments hidden in the forest, playing a happy movement for his return.

Braki held the chrysanthemum in his hand and stepped onto the last step. He was full of hope, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly froze in place.

The bleak cold wind blew across the gray garden. On the dry soil, only scattered broken roots and stems remained standing alone in the wind.

There was no warm wind, no fragrance of flowers, no golden waves after the golden buds she planted bloomed...

Under the thundering sky, there was only a dilapidated wooden house left, sitting on a deserted garden in the distance.

Bragi's straight collar rustled in the wind. He stood in front of the ruined garden, like a dead sculpture, motionless.

His eyes were filled with confusion and puzzlement... Everything was different from what he had imagined.

It shouldn’t be like this…

This isn't how it's supposed to be!!?

Braki's pupils trembled uncontrollably. Even though he kept denying in his heart that this was his and her home, the traces clearly engraved in his memory were like someone blocking his ears with a loudspeaker, roaring and shouting, causing his brain to go blank.

"Impossible... This is impossible." Braki's eyes were blurred and he kept shaking his head.

"Eden! Eden! Where are you?! I'm back... I'm back! Eden!!"

He stretched out his stiff legs and ran forward like a madman along the path in the yard that was almost covered by dust and soil.