Book3:WereMyDreamIs
ouldIdo?BeforeFate,Iaminsignifitandhelpless,uoresistinanyway.Mywayofg,myullwoolovertheeyesofthegodoffate,istodevelopabeautifulsecretgardenintheinnermostpartofmyheartwithouthisnotioomecouldtouchthispce. Dimitrigedfromsleepingsidewaystolyingftonhisbathetground,ilythesamepositionasthatgiantonGiantMountainwhoypeacefullyonthehorizohfacedtheblueheavensasifaskingitapuzzliionthathadneverbeenansweredforthousandsofyears.Dimitrikhatstepbystephewassinkingdeeperintothatpcedeepinhisheartadrowsinessagaineoverhimlikeateasinglightfog.Unwillingtogiveupenjoyingthebeautiesofthisspringdawedtheeofsleep.Soshoulderingashovendholdingsomegardeningtoolsinhishand,hewalkedalongthewindingpathtothetopofthesmallhill.H