Calling of a Mission or Cell Division?

"What an amazing work of art."

Gazing at the black slate floating before her in midair, Erin praised in admiration and her eyes glinted in curiosity and amusement. Even though she wasn't a historian researching ancient artifacts, her accomplishment in this field was still outstanding. The patterns of the black slate gave her endless joy and surprise because she realized that although the patterns weren't beautiful, each side of them had a specific meaning.

"Is that thing so interesting, Your Highness Erin?"

Mini Bubble Gum laid on the table, resting her cheeks on her hands and staring at the slate. Upon hearing her question, Erin chuckled, extended her finger, and slid across the slate's sleek surface. After this motion from her, the black slate flickered in a series of bright patterns that paused on the surface, before quickly vanishing without a trace like the afterimages of some flashes.