When Wizet contacted Selina Pendragon, Luna picked up the photo album Nora Treadwell had left behind.
Luna sat cross-legged on Wizet's bed, the album resting on her lap.
She wore no socks at home, and her toenails gleamed a soft pink. Her pearl-like toes curled slightly, giving her a languid air;
Perhaps because she was sitting cross-legged, faint veins could be seen beneath the skin on the tops of her feet. Intertwined with her fair skin, they resembled an impressionistic ink painting.
Wizet sat down beside Luna and turned to watch her open the album.
Luna's eyes curved with a smile as her fingertips brushed over the magical photographs on the pages.
"Great-Grandmother liked Dad very much..." she said slowly, her voice as light as a soft white feather.
"When Dad went to visit Mum's family, Great-Grandmother showed him this album."
Wizet's attention was drawn to the moving magical photographs, whose figures were in motion.
Compared with ordinary photographs, which could freeze a moment in time, magical photographs went a step further, recording a brief stretch of it.
Though they only captured a short period of time, and the people's motions repeated if one watched for too long, they still conveyed the beauty of that moment.
As an album carrying Pandora's childhood memories, Luna, her daughter, undoubtedly felt far more from it. It was as though she followed the album and experienced all the beauty of that time herself.
"Great-Grandmother took all these photos!" she said, sharing her treasure with Wizet. "Look at this one!"
She pointed at one of the magical photographs. Everyone in it was in complete chaos: a bearded man kept dry-heaving, while another man jumped about as sparks continuously burst from between his legs.
Only the girl with twin pigtails was laughing happily. She held both