“Welcome,” she said, her voice like music. “I have been expecting you.”
We walked through the city, navigating narrow alleys and crowded streets. Finally, we arrived at a small, unassuming door hidden behind a waterfall.
“You must be the one searching for Sangee,” she said, her voice low and husky. Searching for- sangee in-
I nodded, eager to hear more.
“Follow me,” she said, standing up and gesturing for me to follow her. “Welcome,” she said, her voice like music
When I finished, she nodded thoughtfully.
I approached her, feeling a sense of awe and wonder. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, with skin like porcelain and hair like gold. “You must be the one searching for Sangee,”
The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles to light the way. But as I looked around, I saw her. Sangee was sitting on a throne-like chair, her eyes fixed intently on me.