Christa and her younger brother, Samuel, found themselves utterly captivated by the sight of Aleysia's shimmering, golden eyes. The transformation had caught them by surprise; the last time they saw her, those pair of eyes were still sightless and covered in a white veil.
The older one's gaze is transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from the mesmerising orbs that seem to glow with an otherworldly light. "I-I've never seen someone with golden eyes before," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. The sight was so foreign, so extraordinary, that it felt as if Aleysia had been imbued with the very essence of the sun itself.
Samuel, standing beside his sister, mirrored her awestruck expression. His eyes widened in a mixture of reverence and trepidation, as if he were witnessing the unveiling of a closely guarded secret of the divine realm.
