also gave a painting and drawing course to people in the same circumstances as me. For us it was then simply important to bring structure into the different colors, or to only need one color. Personally, I added scented essences to my colors to tell them apart. In the meantime I had arrived at the house. And then I had the feeling the stone tile roof was falling down on me again. I could hardly resist in our traditional Japanese wooden house, not that the wood minded me, it was more the knowledge that if the ceiling came down, I had no chance of noticing. Quite different in the forest. I felt good there. "Come on, Kitsune. We'll go into the forest again for a moment.", I said to my constant companion and then a little louder for the rest of my family, "I'm in the forest again for a moment." Then I walked quickly through the front garden to come to the forest before my overprotective mother came up with the idea of ​​accompanying me. After the first step under the rustling canopy of leaves, I felt better again. I closed my eyes, which didn't really make a difference, but I did it anyway out of awe of the forest. I walked cautiously along the path, I didn't bump into anything, as I had lived here since I was born and always preferred the proximity of the forest to the walls of my parents' house. I couldn't remember ever stepping into a tree, and I wasn't about to change that. In contrast to the outside world. I would be lost there without my dear Kitsune, who was just running happily next to me. I slowly went deeper into the forest, nobody would disturb my thoughts here, and sat down on a bench that my father had set up especially for me, because I came here before, whenever I felt helpless, sometimes crying. The warm rays of the sun falling through the leaves warmed my face. I was told they were yellow or white. Again two colors. I imagined yellow to be very warm, not far from the color that mixed together from all the colors of light, white. Another term that I didn't know exactly. Light. I associate this word with warmth and security. Because nowhere do I feel more secure than here in the forest in the light of the summer sun. I felt something furry and rough brushing my ankle. I smiled. "Well, Inu? How are you?" I asked the fox lady who had dared to come to me again. I had known her for a long time, she was also quite old and had lived all her life here in the forest that belonged to our house.I giggled as Kitsune and Inu pissed off again. Kitsune growled and Inu let out a hiss. I had purposely given them the other names so that they would get along. Kitsune, the dog, and Inu, the vixen, though each had a different meaning. But the argument between the two of them for my attention did not last long, as the silence of the forest was interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone and this Inu was put to flight. "Ame ni nureta hoho wa ...", my ringtone whispered gently into the silence. A SMS. Well, I could tell from the ringtone. I slowly pulled the handicapped-accessible cell phone out of my kimono pocket and pressed the first button I came across. Now it should be open. Now one more and then it would be read to me. I was about to press when another voice said, "Yamada Megumi, Anata wa Staato wo shimasuka? Shimasenka?" It was strange. That wasn't the robotic voice on my cell phone. This one was melodic. More like the voice of a singer. Or how the voice of a singer should be, because I didn't think much of rap. I pondered back and forth what it would mean and whether I should participate or not. It would be a challenge and I could finally prove that I could manage more or less on my own. Without further hesitation, I let my cell phone read the text message again, this time it was really my cell phone and its robot voice, and answered "YES."

We flew straight towards Gaburieru, were not far away, when I called to Masaru and Shinegreymon: "Masaru-kun, look to the east! There to this mountain! There is a shrine on the summit. We have to go there!" As one would not have expected a Digimon like Shinegreymon to do, they changed direction and increased in height. They left Gaburieru behind them, and so did I when I caught up with them. "Where are we going exactly?" Masaru called to me against the wind. But I didn't even take the time to answer him, because at that very moment the cloud that had blocked our view cleared. Before us the breathtaking landscape spread around the sanctuary of the souls. It was hidden on a plateau on the Kousan, the white mountain at the foot of which Gaburieru lay, at a height at which one normally found snow both in the Digiworld and in the human world. Just not here in this magical place. Here the sun shone all year round on the greenest grass in the Digiwelt. All sorts of flowers were in bloom and a small stream meandered through the middle of the plateau, which sprang from behind the sanctuary. Mikomon hurried out of the wooden building that represented the sanctuary and came up to us newcomers. "Luminamon-sama! Kouji-sama has already informed us that you are coming. Please follow me.", Said the head of the Mikomon in their completely white mica costume.Diligently ignoring the "-sama" and the you-form, I followed her. Masaru and Agumon did the same. Together we stepped into the vestibule followed by the lower Mikomon in their micro robes consisting of a white kimono and red hakama. I went purposefully towards the Inner Sanctuary, the Mikomon stayed where they were. But when Masaru made to follow me, they got in his way. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shouted angrily. "Only the Souls, the holy three Digi-Angels and the Spirit of Light Kouji Minamoto have access to the Inner Sanctuary.", Corrected the white-clad Mikomon, "Otherwise it could get dirty." "I will hurry up," I said briefly to Masaru and then stepped through the heavy wooden gate into the inner sanctuary. Then it closed again and the atmosphere of the room took my breath away again. It was a big room, flooded with the colored light that broke through the crystal ceiling as if through thousands of prisms. In terms of its beauty, this place could no longer be compared with the plateau. That would be like comparing the radiation of the earth with that of the sun. That was how big the difference was. But for me the fascination of this place did not only come from its beauty, no, it was even more. For me this place was an absolute mystery. I had rebuilt the Digiwelt, but I hadn’t even heard of this sanctuary before I was in Lumina, shortly after waking up after collapsing from exhaustion while exploring the Digiwelt's cities, villages and castles Had rebuilt Ophanimon's instructions from which Mikomon had received a visit. It just came about. Probably through the influence of the souls of my predecessors, but with everything else I had noticed how they had shaped the places, except here. And standing here in the middle of the said place, the question came to the fore once again. Sighing, however, I pushed it aside and devoted myself to the real reason for my appearance. I went to the center of the room and placed a flower that I had previously picked on the plateau on top of the more symbolic grave of my parents and all of the other previous souls. I briefly mumbled a prayer, which wasn't really my thing otherwise, but here was an exception. Then I went over to the altar and looked at the last thing my birth mother, Lumina, had left me. I had neither seen nor heard her again since the Digiwelt was now on its way. Kind of sad, but when I thought that my father, Yamon, had not given me this at all, I was glad for what I had. Again I looked at the altar, at what I wanted to get here. Okaa-sama's notebook. The altar it lay on was made of wood and, like the rest of the room, something special.Carvings of flowers, some even crystallized flowers embedded in wood, some of them gilded. But not too ostentatious, it harmonized. The altar itself was covered with crystals in places. Amethyst, rock crystal, ruby, sapphire or emerald-like crystals twisted up on it. In comparison, although inconspicuous, but much more valuable to me, was the inconspicuous, well-worn notebook that lay on that altar. A normal exercise book, 120 squares and a picture of a sakura on the front. Carefully, making sure that the cardboard cover didn't suddenly fall off, I picked it up and opened the first page. I wondered why Ophanimon said she couldn't read it, because Ophanimon could read the Japanese language. Actually very good. The first page was neatly written in katakana and kanji, at least I thought it was kanji.ル ミ ナ. Lumina. But I could no longer decipher the surname or the Kanji. They were blurred, it probably got wet once, maybe even from Okaa-sama's tears. Perhaps by reading this booklet I would find out why Okaa-sama went to Digiwelt back then. And hopefully more about my real family, my origins. Immediately I took out my D-Heart, now a reflex, since it always had an answer, or a useful trick, and let it scan the notebook. I wouldn't have to carry it around like that, because somehow it belonged here. To my astonishment, however, the booklet dissolved after the scanning process. Which was actually not the idea, but the way I dealt with my D-Heart, it was mostly possible to know who would happen what. But on my D-Heart there was a new icon called "Lumina Diary". So I guess I could read it somehow. I hoped. Once again my gaze wandered through the inner sanctuary. It was one of a kind. But suddenly a whining exclamation from Masarus brought me back to reality. With a quick step I crossed the room towards the door and pushed it open with a flourish. I had no idea how long I'd been in there. For me it had only been a few minutes. But my sense of time had formed its own idea of ​​minutes lately. Masaru's whining ended abruptly when he saw me coming back. "How long was I inside?" I asked the Mikomon. The answer was somehow clear. “Only