At Ignes pack, scattered villas surrounded a patch of forest in the middle. The forest had a lake so clear, the name it got was the mirror of soul.
A woman sat by it, staring into the water like she wanted to jump in. Next to her was a caretaker who was staring intently at her. His alertness was habitual. He didn't rest until the woman stood up and left the spot nearest to the water.
"Madam, you should rest now." The caretaker adviced humbly but there was no intention of giving her an option.
The woman walked into the villa nearest to the lake without looking back. She was in her late thirties or perhaps early forties. It was hard to tell because she appeared older.
However, time did not manage to stain the natural beauty. Despite the uncared appearance, she resembled the beautiful
