Minx continued throughout the Reality, doing the same thing—giving gifts.
She did it openly, without disguising herself any more than she already was.
All the while, she was aware that she was being watched. Something she knew perfectly well.
Currently, she swung lazily on an old, vine-wrapped swing in a park nestled at the edge of one of the oldest cities in Reality 4.
The park was a place of wonder — trees with leaves made of shimmering colors that chimed softly in the breeze, flowers that bloomed and shifted with emotions, and a gentle river of liquid mana flowing nearby.
The swing itself was carved from ancient wood, creaking softly with each gentle push of her small legs.
Minx hummed a soft, carefree tune, the lollipop in her mouth shifting between shades of crimson and gold as her thoughts wandered.
'So, they've already arrived, huh?' she mused, 'I must admit, they're moving much faster than I anticipated… especially that little Nia.'
