The Hand

The cab stopped in front of the Celestial Garden.

Kieran paid and got off the car before he started to inspect the florist before him.

The Celestial Garden was a florist. It wasn't big, but it was extremely elegant.

There were two windows on the left and right side of the shop, one of them decorated with bright purple and red flowers, and the other decorated with brilliant greens that made the window look alive.

In the middle was a one-way door that allowed only one person to pass at a time.

Anyone who passed through that door felt like they'd entered a jungle.

The aroma of the flowers and the soil lingered on one’s nose.

Kieran rubbed his nose in front of the Celestial Garden. He was sure it was not some kind of illusion. It was real.

Suddenly, he noticed the flower pot and greens on both sides of the window.

"A magic circle?"

The arrangement of the flowers and greenery was unusual. He was not sure whether it served some kind of purpose or not.