Review II

In a daze.

Gilan realized that his surroundings had changed. Time had quietly slipped away, carrying him to a morning ten years later.

His vision felt somewhat dim. He could smell the rich scent of medicinal herbs, along with an unusual woody fragrance—a blend reminiscent of sandalwood, oak, and cedar, mixed with hints of vetiver and patchouli.

Gilan looked around and found himself in the bedroom of a wooden cabin.

Before him stood a broad wooden desk by the window, covered with books, parchment, quills, scrolls, and various occult items such as pendulums and bone carvings.

A ray of sunlight slanted through the branches and fell across the windowsill, making every speck of dust floating in the air clearly visible.

A single bed stood against the wall. On the wooden cabinet beside it sat all manner of bottles, jars, and alchemical apparatus.

Gilan slowly rose to his feet and walked out of the room.

He noticed a staircase to the second floor on the right side of the doorway, so he headed up.

There was another room on the second floor, its door standing open to reveal a bed, table, and chairs. In several translucent glass jars placed in the corners were preserved remains of toads, venomous snakes, scorpions, and the like.

However, judging by the flowers on the windowsill and the distinctly feminine decorations, this was Sasha's room.

So this wooden cabin was the secluded home Sasha and I shared?

Gilan thought to himself.

Just then, he heard footsteps downstairs and turned to head back down.

The moment he stepped outside the cabin, Gilan saw a simple clothesline and stone table and chairs in the clearing ahead.

Ladies' linen "breast bags" and "drawers" hung drying from the line—medieval undergarments similar to modern bras and panties.

"Gilan, what are you