“Zaharia—the Kingdom Beyond Dreams… I can’t believe it!” Nyatalia squealed. “I thought I’d only see this place in illustrations from books I’ve read.”
“I feel like I have been here before, but when… and how?” Edwin scrambled his thoughts.
Before them, a building crafted from garnet had three converging tips pointing to the serene sky. Its walls formed a heptagon. On the front side, there was a long woman with flowing hair down to her pelvis carved above the entrance. An intricately woven crown placed on its head.
Over their heads, a bluish-violet fairy rode on his lilac chariot, seasoning the kingdom with shimmering dust. Nyatalia put out her tongue and tasted the falling grains. Her face turned sour when she swallowed a mouthful. Edwin sneezed and the violet flowers jumped from the ground. “Sorry.”