Book2:KigdomIteDreams
s,butoldusedthingshaveawayofexudingfortandease.Occasionally,scrapesofhumanversationfloatedinthroughthewindows.Ireetoutsidecarsdrovebysoundlessly.Buttheroomwasfilledonlywithquietness.Butquietnessisthetimewhenmiraclesoftenhappen. Thoughblind,withonlyanexpanseofdarknessbeforehim,thecharming,geous,enormouspeaagainappearedbeforehiseyes.Infrontofabackdropoftheeretchofdarkblueoftheuniverse,timelessandinfinite,amysteriousandbrilliantnoflightshoraightattheflower.Dimitri’sheartwasfullofasensatioleness,sweetnessandserenity.Buthewasonlyaspectator,quietlywatgandwithoutdisturbingit.Theflowerturnedandturnedslowlyandunhurriedly.Itsappearancebegangraduallytogetoonesimirto,butnotreallyamagnolia,thoughjus