Chapter 21 It Turned Into Water

• Wake Louchette
• I was sitting on this small sofa as I glared towards the environment right in front of our hotel room. My fingers were twirling the pen I was holding while thinking of more similarities between the plants in Prisila compared here in Layvanna. I placed my left hand on the sofa's armrest while tapping my notebook. I am fond of drawing, so I drew the similarities, slightly sketched figures, for visual purposes.
• It was raining. Every drop of this cold rain, pattering in this transparent wall, gave an emotional sound in my ears. It was ranging in monotonous long and short, splattering nuances.