After using a whole hour to explain, show, and introduce every single soul of importance in the sprawling sea city, the two finally reached a secluded, heavily guarded sanctuary deep within the palace. The heavy silver doors parted, and a rush of warm, dry air washed over them.
Mirabella moved her gaze around the beautiful garden, completely confused. Lush, vibrant terrestrial flora bloomed in absolute defiance of the dark ocean surrounding them. Above, a brilliant, warm light bathed the courtyard, mimicking a perfect summer noon.
"Aunty, how did you build this?" She asked, staring directly at the miniature sun hovering above them, its rays casting long, familiar shadows across the grass.
They were clearly 800 meters deep in the sea, surrounded by crushing aquatic pressure and eternal darkness. Then where did this authentic, life-giving sunlight come from?
