Yarin's POV:
Wasn't that just a dream?
The glimmering silver ornament was so real—cool to the touch and weighty. Its exquisite patterns and delicate craftsmanship brought a budding moonflower to life. Yet, it was from the dream. How could it have made its way into reality?
After testing, it was undoubtedly made of silver, with a rather high purity and almost no impurities.
"Could I have conjured it out of thin air? Did my shapeshifting abilities evolve? But I don't feel like I'm missing any part of my body," I pondered aloud.
There were no silver items in the room, so it wasn't possible that I unconsciously fashioned it out of silver.
Mom furrowed her brows in thought and said, "You mentioned dreaming about a ruined Moon Palace's courtyard and finding a seven-stringed small harp as well?"
I nodded.
