Lead-gray dark clouds obscured the sun and slowly rolled in from the north, gradually shrouding Asgard in a dim haze. The faint thunder echoed vaguely like the low roar of a giant beast.
On the empty street, two maids held flower baskets and looked up at the oppressive clouds in the sky, their expressions a little solemn.
"Thunder clouds are coming from the north... It seems Lord Thor is coming back soon." One of the maids murmured to herself.
"Lord Thor doesn't seem to be in a very good mood. Did he fail to catch the assassin?"
"It seems so. It took two days to run back and forth. If the assassin was not caught, Lord Thor would definitely be in a terrible mood. This scene is rare..."
The other maid sighed.
"Let's go back quickly. Lord Sif asked us to pick these flowers. She must want to surprise Lord Thor. If he comes back and sees Lord Sif standing among so many blooming chrysanthemums to pick him up, maybe I feel better." A maid sniffed the rich fragrance of flowers in her arms, with a look of longing in her eyes.
"The flower language of the scale flower seems to be eternal love, right? I don't know if Lord Thor can understand Lord Sif's good intentions."
"Let's not worry about the matters between gods and lords. If we go any slower, we really won't be able to catch up!"
The two maids walked quickly along the dark cloud-covered street.
At this moment, a golden rainbow light passed across the sky. It seemed to have discovered something. It circled half a circle in the air and flew directly towards them.
Brachi, wearing an elegant dark gold dress, walked out of the light. He stared at the pale yellow flowers blooming in the hands of the two maids, and a joyful look appeared on his face:
"Scale chrysanthemum? This has a good meaning... I'm sorry, I'll borrow it first!"
Without saying a word, Brachi flipped his palm, and the scale chrysanthemum in the maid's hand flew directly into his hand, and then his body turned into a stream of light and flew away into the distance again.
"I owe you these flowers. I'll come to the Eternal Garden later. You can choose whatever flowers you want in the garden!"
As Brachi's voice gradually faded away, the two maids stood there at a loss, holding empty flower baskets.
"Sister...sister, our flowers were snatched away!" A maid finally came to her senses and was about to burst into tears.
The other maid didn't respond. She stared blankly in the direction Brachi left, standing there like a stone sculpture.
"He is... No, it's impossible? Hasn't that adult been missing for a long time? And Eternal Garden..." Her brows furrowed tightly, her face full of confusion.
"Sister, what are you talking about?"
"...Hurry, go back! Go back to find Lord Sif and Lord Thor!" The maid looked extremely anxious. She lifted up her skirt and ran quickly towards the end of the road.
"Brachi is back!!"
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[Dear Brachi]
[Do you still remember the winding gravel path at the entrance of the garden? Is it the one we paved with stones from the holy river?]
[The stone in the holy river is indeed the hardest and most eternal thing in the world. It has not changed at all in the hundred years since you left. Every time Verdante came to borrow flower seeds from me, she would try to step on them hard, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make even a crack.]
[Every time I see her stubborn and distressed expression, I feel so cute... ]
[I believe that the love between us will be closer to eternity than that gravel path. Even if death dances on it, it will not be able to separate us... ]
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Under the dim thunderclouds,
Blakey looked at the familiar gravel path in his memory and recalled the letter Eden had written to him not long ago.
The pale yellow chrysanthemum swayed in the wind, and a few petals fell, swirling gently on the gravel road, and then drifted towards the end of the path... The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
He held the bouquet in his left hand and adjusted his straight collar with his right hand. He looked like a high-spirited young general who had just returned from the battlefield, smiling, ready to welcome his bride who had been waiting for him for a hundred years.
Brachi stepped forward and walked slowly deeper along the gravel path.
…
[Asgard in spring is always so charming.]
[I was sitting on the swing at the entrance of the garden, surrounded by blooming golden bract flowers. When the warm spring breeze blew, the fragrance of the flowers almost drowned me... Do you still remember the sea of gold we saw on the top of the Giant Kingdom? The way the petals of the golden bracts roll over the garden with the spring breeze is almost exactly like the waves of the Golden Sea.]
[Thanks to your reminder, I asked Sif to help solve the problem of wild jellyfish overflowing. Now I have taken care of the garden as cleanly as it was when we first got married.]
[If you come back, you will definitely like it very much...]
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On the dark gravel path, the wind blowing from nowhere brought a hint of coolness.
Brachi climbed up the stairs among the flying dead leaves. The bright dark gold dress seemed to be the only color in this dead world. The whimpering wind seemed to have countless low wind instruments hidden in the forest, playing for him. Come back and play a happy chapter.
Brachi held the scale in his hand and stepped onto the last step. Full of expectations, he suddenly froze in place when he saw the scene in front of him.
The bleak cold wind blew through the gray-white garden, leaving only scattered roots and stems standing alone on the dry soil in the wind.
There was no warm breeze, no fragrance of flowers, no golden wave that rolled up after the golden buds she planted bloomed...
Under the thundering sky, only a dilapidated wooden house was left, sitting on an abandoned garden in the distance that no one cared about.
Brachi's straight collar rustled in the wind. He stood blankly in front of the dilapidated garden, like a dead sculpture, motionless.
His eyes were full of confusion and confusion... Everything was different from what he imagined.
It shouldn't be like this...
This shouldn't be like this! !
Brachi's pupils were trembling uncontrollably. Even though he kept denying in his heart that this was his and her home, the traces clearly engraved in his memory were like someone holding a loudspeaker to his ears and roaring continuously. Roaring angrily, his mind went blank.
"Impossible... This is impossible." Brachi's eyes were blurred and he kept shaking his head.
"Eden! Eden! Where are you?! I'm back... I'm back! Eden!!"
He pulled out his stiff legs and ran forward like crazy along the path in the courtyard that was almost submerged in dust and soil.