When Vizet contacted Serena Pendragon, Luna picked up the photo album Nora Treadwell had left behind.
Luna sat cross-legged on Vizet's bed and set the album on her lap.
She did not wear socks at home. Her toenails were a soft, lustrous pink, and her pearl-like toes curled slightly, giving her a somewhat lazy air;
Perhaps because she was sitting cross-legged, a few faint blue veins could be seen through the skin on the tops of her feet. The veins intertwined with her fair skin, like a freehand ink painting.
Vizet sat down beside Luna and tilted his head to watch as she opened the album.
Luna's eyes curved with a smile. Her fingertips stroked the Magical Photos on the album page.
"Great-grandmother really liked Father..." she said slowly, her voice like a light, white feather.
"When Father went to play at Mother's house, Great-grandmother showed Father this album."
Vizet's gaze was drawn to the moving Magical Photos. The people in them were in motion.
Compared with ordinary photos, which could freeze a moment in time, Magical Photos went a step further and could record a short stretch of time.
Though they only recorded a short stretch of time, and if one watched a little longer, one would discover the people's movements repeated, it was still possible to feel the beauty of that moment.
This album carried Pandora's childhood years, and Luna, as her daughter, could undoubtedly feel even more from it. It was as if she followed the album and experienced all the beauty of that time once more.
"Great-grandmother helped take all these photos!" She shared her treasure with Vizet. "Look at this one!"
She pointed at one of the Magical Photos. Everyone in the Magical Photo was in chaos. A mustached man kept retching, while another man