In the eighteenth century, with the discovery of the Americas, large amounts of Native American culture were brought to Europe, including dreamcatchers.
Indians believed that the night air was filled with all kinds of dreams, both good and bad. The spiders Ron feared most would weave a web to filter out bad dreams, allowing those carrying a dreamcatcher to fall asleep with sweet dreams, while nightmares would be trapped in the web and vanish without a trace in the next day's sunlight.
But bedtime for children was far from the time when adults said goodnight. Paris's nightlife was only just beginning. Everyone gathered in shops, and few people went to parks.
For a young, beautiful girl, both the Bois de Boulogne and Vincennes Forest were too dangerous. Monica had been sent to Monceau Park. This area was located in a wealthy district, where security was relatively good and taxis were easy to find. Once she had finished, she could leave as quickly as possible.
The entrance had been opened once in 1870, but it was quickly shut again—by someone.
That force was probably very unfriendly toward the living. Otherwise, it would have been allowed to break free. Perhaps someone would try to stop them from opening the door, just as some people refused to accept the "arrangements of fate" and tried to change their destiny.
That was the word engraved on Bonaparte's wedding ring: "Destiny." He seemed to be someone who believed deeply in fate, even though he did not much believe in diviners.
When a married man touched another woman's body while wearing his wedding ring, it was actually quite disgusting—almost like eating food out of a garbage heap. But under the pressure of survival, some women chose to become the mistresses of nouveau riche men. At least then,