Spira was a brown-skinned girl. She could not speak and was mute, but she could play beautiful melodies on the flute.
She kept snakes in a cage. Whenever she played her flute, the snakes in the cage would slither out and sway their bodies to the music.
And her snake was a jet-black Oil Snake!
"Spira."
He murmured the girl's name, deep in thought.
"Spira."
Aurora jolted awake. She had had the same dream, but in hers, she had played the girl named Spira.
The girl admired the divine envoy named "Bach" from the bottom of her heart, but there was no place for her in the envoy's eyes.
She was not discouraged by this. Every morning, she went to the temple on time to worship, gazing upon the divine envoy's seemingly unchanging face.
When the apocalypse descended and the divine kingdom decayed, she was not devoured by the "snakes" like most believers. Her "Oil Snake" protected her.
But all people had to die. Spira was merely an ordinary person. She witnessed the rise and fall of the divine kingdom, witnessed the death of the gods, and ultimately met her death amid the ruins of the divine kingdom.
Professor Lily rubbed her eyes and smacked her lips before slowly waking up.
In her dream, she had played the "divine disciple" who always attended Divine Envoy Bach. What she saw was almost exactly the same as what Dark had seen while playing the divine envoy.
Once all three had awakened, they instinctively looked at one another and immediately knew that each of them had dreamed.
The morning was chilly. Everyone sat together, drinking the porridge Oli had prepared as they listened to Dark recount what had happened in his dream.
Dark tried to be as detailed as possible,