Under the natural moonlight, Andis sorted a stack of papers before her on the table.
As she worked, the frown on her face never eased. With each paper she passed, it only deepened.
Over the course of thirty years, Andis had changed significantly. She no longer had an air of youth around her. Despite her young appearance, she held a deep, mature vibe.
She had started wearing dark gothic makeup that made her look completely different from how she used to appear.
The indifference in her eyes had been replaced by bone-deep arrogance and pride. She held herself like the goddess she thought she was.
Woosh!
A gust of wind entered the room, flickering the thin curtains and shining pale white moonlight all around; the decorations hung at the window also chimed upon being disturbed.
But not a single paper moved from the table; everything on the table stayed in its place as it was, besides a feather lightly placed in the corner.
