"Eh?!" Angel seemed to have noticed something, his brows knitting sharply.
"Did you think of something?" Gloria asked curiously.
Angel did not answer directly. Instead, he reached out and touched the illusionary image. As his finger moved, a band of light appeared across the image.
The band of light traced out the "Dancing Red" in the sky, whose color was conspicuously and excessively abnormal.
Once the outline took shape, Angel looked at Gloria. "What do you think this resembles?"
Gloria carefully studied the area Angel had deliberately outlined with the band of light. The two lines, not far apart, were sometimes parallel, sometimes crossed, sometimes curved, sometimes folded. They appeared irregular, yet faintly seemed to follow some kind of logic.
"It looks a little like a long-bodied creature, perhaps a snake? No, that's not right. The lines on both sides cross, so it isn't a snake." Gloria muttered to herself. She felt as though it looked familiar, but when she tried to put it into words, she could not explain it clearly.
In the end, Gloria gave up thinking about it and turned her gaze to Angel. Since he had deliberately traced it out, he must have had some guess in mind.
Angel pondered for a moment. "Don't you think it looks like some kind of fabric?"
Fabric? Gloria froze for a moment. "You mean, a tailor's handiwork?"
Angel nodded. "It looks like something fluttering in the wind..."
"A scarf."
After Angel spoke, Gloria compared the image of a scarf in her mind with that patch of "Dancing Red" in the picture. The image of a scarf slowly overlapped with the scene...
"It really does look somewhat like a fluttering scarf. The two lines represent the scarf's two edges, while the crossings, curves, and overlaps... are the shapes it takes