Ti stopped. The boy forgot to breathe.
In the deep forest, a beautiful woman was smiling in front of him. She was holding out her right hand while looking in the wrong direction. He had no idea what she was going to do, but it did not matter to the boy.
The woman had white wings on her back. The sunlight shining through the trees reflected on them, making them sparkle. The atmosphere around the woman was so sharpened that it was like a different world.
Her skin was pure white and her hair shone golden. They swayed in the wind. She was dressed in white clothes, but the design of the clothes seed to be absorbing her body, so that the lines of her body were fully visible. Her large, shapely breasts and tight waist ....... The boy's heart beat faster and his eyes were fixed on the woman.
She was wiggling her mouth. It seed as if she was talking to sothing, but the way her well-shaped, bright red lips were moving in small incrents, it felt as if they were in tandem with the beating of the boy's heart.
Suddenly, the woman noticed the boy's presence. She looked a little surprised, but then smiled. At that mont, the boy's body trembled involuntarily.
The woman slowly turned on her heel and disappeared deep into the forest.
Suddenly, he ca back to himself. He realizes that he has not been breathing. The boy takes a slow breath of air through his nose. The scent of the forest tickles his nostrils.
He wonders if the ...... air tastes so good. The boy mutters unintentionally in his mind. He slowly exhales the air that has filled his lungs. Then, he approaches the place where the woman was standing.
It was an ordinary place. There was nothing more than a dense forest.
The boy saw Soleil, the wife of Rinos, giving the power of the divine dragon to the spirits of the forest. She visited the forests in Agartha from ti to ti and interacted with the spirits. By doing so, the spirits of the forest would inform her of natural disasters and abnormalities in Agartha.
However, the boy does not understand such things. He continued to walk through the forest until dark, looking for the whereabouts of the beautiful woman who was now in front of him.
"Well, where have you been, until this late at night! What happened to the wild vegetables?
His mother said these words to the boy when he ca ho exhausted from walking in the forest. However, he did not pay attention to his mother's words and went straight to bed without eating.
The next day, the boy's life changed completely.
Every day he went into the forest and strolled until nightfall. After a while, he began to spend days without leaving his room. He answered his mother's questions blankly and repeatedly wrote sothing on a piece of paper with a pencil and tore it up. His mother was disgusted by such a son, and finally told everyone around him that he had gone mad.
Three months after the encounter with Soleil, the boy disappeared without telling his mother. The mother did not look for her son. She had expected this to happen, and she herself agreed that the ti had co.
The boy was on his way to a town one mountain away. He had heard that there was a sign painter there. He asked around and ended up at the workshop of the sign painter.
The painter, Mijol, never forgot the scene until his death. A scrawny, skinny boy with a pale face stood in front of the workshop. He looked like the Grim Reaper.
Mijol imdiately rejected the boy's offer. But he did not back down. No matter how much abuse he received from Mignol, he remained where he was and continued to insist that he be allowed to study painting.
Soon after, the boy sat down in front of the workshop. It was obvious that he was weak and had hardly eaten or drank for a long ti. The boy was going to die. Milleurs, overco by his enthusiasm, welcos him into the workshop.
Once in the workshop, the boy began to work feverishly. He never complained about any of the work he had to do, but simply devoted himself to the training of his painting. He watched closely the work of Mijol and his brothers and continued to paint until the wee hours of the night. This helped him to improve his skills rapidly, and three years after arriving at the workshop, he had beco an established and respected craftsman.
The Mijols, who had no children, decided to adopt the boy and have him take over the workshop. Although he rarely talked about his background and was extrely reticent when not talking about painting, his passion and attitude toward his work were unmatched by other craftsn, and naturally his skills were as good as those of Mr. Millor. It was safe to say that there would be no opposition to his appointnt as heir to the workshop from the craftsn. He called the boy and told him what he thought.
However, the boy disappeared from the workshop the next day. He left a letter of thanks to his master.
Decades later, a painting was auctioned.
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