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She slowly woke up. She did not hear the familiar chirping of birds coming from the woods outside.
She opened her eyes. The woods were still shrouded in darkness. The sparse stars were scattered across the horizon, making the place look blurry and distant.
The sky was still dark.
Ye Xinxia closed her eyes again.
However, unlike before, she did not fall into a deep sleep. Her mind was extremely clear, as if she was able to draw a tiny picture in her mind. It was so small that she could even see the patterns on the pillars …
Basins after basins of white flames appeared, and red figures appeared one after another. There was also a person wearing a long white robe with disheveled hair, and he exuded a sense of majesty!
She was sitting in the middle of the white fire basins. A woman was talking to the man in a white robe, but she could not hear what they were talking about. She only knew everyone was on their knees in the end, cheering for something, as if their era was about to arrive!
Ye Xinxia opened her eyes again.
The sky was slightly brighter. She could hear the familiar chirping of birds. The sea of blue leaves and the mountains were crimson.
Was she dreaming?
It was the same dream again. Was it something that had once appeared in her mind, or was it something that she had simply imagined? Ye Xinxia could not tell the difference.
She picked up a brush.
Ye Xinxia took advantage of the fact that the scenes from the dream hadn't completely faded from her mind and quickly sketched out some diagrams.
"Fiona, help me see if these pictures represent anything," Ye Xinxia rolled up the paper she had drawn and handed it to Fiona.
"Alright, before you start your work today, please have a cup of this special flower tea from the Godly Seal Mountain," Fiona said.
"I've been sleeping well lately," Xinxia was well aware of the special effects of the Godly Seal Mountain's flower tea.
"Really? That's great. You were still facing the sea when you fell asleep last night. I thought you weren't sleeping well," Fiona said.
Ye Xinxia glanced at the mountain, then at the sea.
They were facing two different directions. The hall was very long. The bed almost extended to the outside of the mountain.
Parthenon had always been like this, extremely extravagant.
Fiona's words made Ye Xinxia fall into deep thought.
The bed was very big, but Xinxia usually only slept in her own circle. Due to the inconvenience of her legs, she rarely had the habit of turning over when she slept.
"Recently, when I wake up, all I see are mountains." Ye Xinxia suddenly muttered to herself.
"Haha, it seems like you're not a good sleeper either. I always end up sleeping from one end of my bed to the other. But, Your Highness, you're pretty impressive. How many times do you have to roll over to reach the other end of your bed?" Fiona mocked Ye Xinxia's sleeping habits.
After hesitating for a while, Ye Xinxia picked up the piping hot Shenyin Mountain Flower Tea and took a small sip.
Perhaps he really did have trouble sleeping recently.
"Your Highness, your white dress and black robe are ready. Would you like to take a look?" Fen asked.
"That won't be necessary."
"I'm looking forward to seeing you in a white dress. You must be very beautiful. The aura you emit is like you were born to wear a white dress, just like the goddess worshipped in Greece. You are the symbol of wisdom and peace," Fiona said.
A white dress.
It was almost a special term for the goddess in Greece.
Almost no one in Greece would wear a white dress, as if it had become a form of respect.
On the day of the Fenghua Festival, every member of Parthenon would wear a black robe and a black dress. Only the chosen goddess would wear a sacred white dress, attracting the attention of the people!
The culture of Parthenon had permeated the lives of the people in Greece, especially in Athens.
On the day of the previous elections, all the citizens, including the tourists who specially came, would wear black to blend in with the atmosphere. One could imagine the scene, the city filled with olive branches and jasmine flowers, the magnificent and gorgeous black crowd, and the elegant and dignified woman in white dress, step by step, ascending the altar of the goddess.
That peerless white figure was a crown that surpassed all glory, and was a perfect symbol that inspired countless people in a country!!
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As the day of the election arrived, the city of Athens was already covered in flowers.
The city was like a perfect garden. The edges of the skyscrapers were smoothed out by the beautiful branches and flowers. Even though the people were walking in a modern city, it felt like they had arrived at an ancient mythical kingdom with flowers as the walls and flower petals as the streets.
Black robes and black dresses gradually appeared in front of the people. Black was actually a very broad definition, not to mention that the clothes of the Mediterranean Sea were ever-changing. Even the color of black was different. Shiny and glossy leather outfits and dark stripes were the time for everyone to show off their uniqueness.
As for the styles, they were even more varied.
Black robes and black skirts were just a general term. Only the members of the Parthenon Temple would strictly abide by the rules of robes and skirts. As long as the color of the robes and skirts were the same, it did not matter to the citizens and tourists.
That being said, there were also some young people who wanted to show off their individuality. They could wear whatever color they liked.
However, most of them would be pushed out of the election by the crowd of people in black. The black robes and black dresses today were a kind of culture and custom that the people had consciously cultivated. There were no laws against it, nor were there any laws against it. If one did not like it, there was no need for them to join in the fun. They could just do what they were supposed to do.
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"By the way, what if I insist on not wearing black on the day of the election?" a tourist suddenly asked the tour guide while walking on the streets of Athens.
"That's your choice, but I have to remind you that there are a lot of crazy people in Athens. They will bring black spray or even black paint with them. If anyone is not wearing black on the streets, there's a high chance that they will be forced to spray black," the tour guide told the tourist in a soft voice.
"Huh? Is there something wrong with those crazy people's brains? "
"There's indeed something wrong with their brains. They are willing to do it even if they are being detained."
"Alright, I'll just wear black then."
"Speaking of which, where did all these flowers come from? It feels like the whole city is covered in them. Did they come from all over Greece?"
"I think so. Flowers are the most important thing. Otherwise, how can it be called the Fenghua Festival?"
There were even more flowers. Their unique fragrance had completely permeated the buildings. Every street sign and street lamp had at least three flower chains hanging down, not to mention the laurels that were originally planted in the city.
The laurel branches seemed to be enchanted. They bloomed luxuriantly, covering the reinforced concrete. As one walked along the streets, it felt like one had accidentally stumbled into a dream that resembled a Greek garden …
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