Grace

I see...a sundrenched courtyard with walls of a rich, buttery yellow, and terracotta tiles. Jasmine vines trail across the walls. A pond sits in a corner, holding white lillies and golden fish. In another corner stands a lemon tree, proudly bearing its sour but luscious fruit. In the third corner, a statue of Atene, dignified despite her weatherworn lines of a long life in the sun. And in the final corner...Ah, what there? It is something infinitely more precious to the world than all its gold or its gems. More beautiful than all its peacocks and its palaces. Loved by all, and yet known by none. In that corner is a chair. But, oh! what a chair. For it seats a girl - Ankhei. She is grace, and she saveth us all.