White pearls were bouncing everywhere. This time Natalie wasn't scared or wasn't punishing the imagination away. She wanted to see more. She was willing to see it as someone who could be called magician years ago.
After the pearls she saw mermaids playing in the water. They
were swimming, long hair, the tails. Natalie couldn't see their faces, only
they were young.
Then the door somewhere opened. It was a wooden country
storage house.
