As June slowly arrived, the breeze carried a hint of midsummer.
Sitting on the slope in front of the cottage, Sylutia gazed down at the golden waves of wheat. The plump ears swayed in the wind, brushing against one another with a soft rustling sound.
The wheat had now reached its final stage. All she had to do was wait patiently for it to ripen.
She finally had some free time. The toads had grown accustomed to life in the valley, and she no longer needed to manage them every day. Once they finished their work, they would soak in the pool in front of the cottage or sprawl on the rocks to bask in the breeze and nap, perfectly content. Sometimes, they even murmured in their sleep.
Feeling the summer breeze brush past her ear, Sylutia tucked a few stray strands of hair behind it. She wished she could capture the scenery before her and the feelings it stirred in her.
Unfortunately, this world had no cameras. She reached into the breeze, as if trying to catch the view before her.
Recalling the ability her mother had taught her, she closed her eyes and focused, once again transforming herself into an [Alien Star]. Starlight glimmered in her eyes as she released her senses, spreading them across the wheatfield and grassland before her.
The rustling of grass, the tremors of insects hopping, the ears of wheat brushing together in the distance, the clear blue sky, the currents of air roaming between heaven and earth...
Everything was so vivid, as if a painting had unfolded before her.
The wheat she had cultivated brimmed with vitality, and its [Emerald Nectar] Aspect Power was faintly manifesting.
A sense of understanding slowly surfaced in her mind, and another path began to unfold.
If she