"Come on, love! You need to loosen up a little, Zephyra," Pandora says, taking my hand and pulling me gently through a bright, beautiful forest. Today, we're having a picnic so I can get out of the castle for a while.
"I-I'm coming, Pandora," I say, a bit flustered, carrying the picnic basket with one hand. We soon arrive at a clear, silent clearing. Beneath a tree, there's already a cloth spread out where we'll be protected from the sunlight.
'Wow... it's so beautiful...' The place has such a calm, lovely atmosphere. Pandora has taken such good care of me over the last year and a half. She's been so gentle and affectionate.
"Do you like it? I prepared this place for you. It took a while to rid a 20km radius of all forms of life because there were so many insects, but now this calming silence is the only thing that reigns here, love," she says, sitting down on the red cloth on the ground. I sit beside her, placing the basket between us.
