High above the mountains, there was a small garden situated on a flat plateau. Brightly colored flowers bloomed beautifully, filling the air with a soothing, delicate fragrance. In one corner of the garden, a small patch of greenery was neatly arranged, showing clear signs that someone tended to it with great care.
At the edge of the garden, a small table with two chairs faced the cliffside, offering a breathtaking view of the vast landscape below. One chair remained empty, while in the other, a young woman sat quietly. Her bright white gown fluttered gently in the mountain breeze. With graceful movements, she lifted a teacup and took a slow sip, savoring the warmth spreading through her throat.
"Sister Nita is taking too long…" Elen murmured softly, her voice nearly swallowed by the wind. Her gaze fell downward, toward a grand structure towering in the distance.