...The morning dew in the garden was still as heavy as ever. Every morning, I had to get up and carefully sweep the stone path in front of the house; otherwise, the frost that formed could easily make someone slip.
Though this bit of frost was nothing to us, while you were away, I found a lively, adorable maid to help me trim the flowers and plants. Her name was Euphelia. A beautiful name, isn't it? When you come back and meet her, I'm sure you'll like her too.
The green vines we planted with our own hands had already grown dozens of meters high. Like a great blanket, they covered the eaves of our cabin, gleaming like an emerald amid the sea of flowers. They were beautiful beyond compare.
Oh, right. Euphelia and I built a small wooden platform in the garden. In the future, you could recite poetry and sing amid the surrounding sea of flowers. That would surely be a wonderful sight.
It had been a very, very long time since I last heard your singing. When you returned, I wanted to see you wearing your most magnificent gown, a flower wreath I wove for you upon your head, standing amid the blooming Golden Calyx Flowers and singing me the poems you wrote... as a gift for our reunion...
...When were you coming back?
"I'm back... I'm back! Idunn!"
Clutching the Scale-Treading Chrysanthemum, Bragi ran like a madman down the ruined stone path until he reached the cabin standing beneath the thunderclouds.
The rotting cabin was covered in moss. From afar, it resembled a dark green monster teetering amid the ruins. Cold wind poured through the half-open, decaying wooden door, producing a low, mournful howl.
Creak—!
Dressed in formal attire, Bragi slowly reached out and pushed