"I wonder what you saw."
The woman stood on the tips of her pale feet and slowly walked toward Yarang.
As she drew closer, the scent of flowers in the room grew ever thicker.
Yarang, her head bowed low, moved her hand.
It looked as though she was about to write something on the floor.
"Stay still."
At the woman's words, Yarang's movements froze.
She remained still, obedient to the command.
The woman reached out and gently stroked Yarangâs hair.
"My daughter."
ââ¦â
"I think itâs better if I see for myself this time."
She smiled as she spoke, and Yarang lowered her head even furtherâalmost as if adjusting her posture to make it easier to be touched.
With her now properly positioned, the woman ceased stroking her and instead placed her palm firmly on the crown of Yarangâs head.
And thenâ
Sssssssâ!!!
A current of energy rose from Yarangâs head, trailing up the womanâs arm.
A beautiful violet-red aura.
The aura slowly seeped into the woman.
âHmm.â
She let out a quiet hum, swallowing down the energy completely.
Then, after a brief silenceâ
âHow strangeâ¦.â
Her eyes, which had been closed, reopened and fixed upon Yarang.
âTruly strange.â
Yet Yarang did not lift her head.
Watching her, the woman murmured softlyâ
"Why canât I see itâ¦?"
A slight furrow appeared between her brows, a rare look of discomfort settling on her face.
She had just absorbed Yarangâs memories, intending to directly witness what she had seen.
And yetâ
'I see nothing.'
To her surprise, the usual clarity of vision she had when reading memories was absent.
No, not completely absent.
She could still see Yarang moving.
She could hear what Yarang had heard.