After the heavy rain, the air became exceptionally fresh. Veronica stood at the monastery gates and could not help stretching.
The elderly were naturally light sleepers, and today was also the public visiting day, making everyone even more excited. Long tables had been set up in the activity room, laden with cookies baked yesterday, homemade monastery jam, and all kinds of candy.
Rather than an old folks' home, this place was more like a children's paradise—what child had not dreamed of traveling through the Candy Kingdom?
Children became especially excited after consuming too much sugar. Every Halloween, Laura would immediately eat all the candy she received, then be too excited to sleep, dragging Monica and Veronica into pillow fights.
Sometimes their mother, Alicia, was forced to join in too, though her original purpose had been to stop the girls from making so much noise that they disturbed the neighbors next door.
Veronica had always been more gloomy by nature than her two sisters. Perhaps it was because her father came from Britain, which was forever shrouded in leaden gray clouds, while her two sisters had grown up beneath the azure skies and seas of the Mediterranean.
Whether at sunrise or sunset, whether it was morning glow or evening glow, the sky was like God's palette. Humanity could never possess such a rich imagination as to mix so many incredible combinations of color. That was why she believed there was a Creator in this world.
It had created this world and understood every rule within it. When strange celestial phenomena appeared, people could only speculate. In ancient times, they pondered what omen it brought for fate, while modern people considered what principles had caused such optical phenomena.
Whether science or astrology, both were products of humanity observing this world and drawing