The brown haired boy frowned. He looked at the garden in front of him. The palms touch the surface, touch the rainbow so bright because of the reflected light. The bubbles that Hiro had originally inhaled slowly began to burst. A gust of wind blew her hair. He turned his palms upside down, standing up straight as he felt the gusts enter his nostrils. His eyes were closed, imagining Hiro was in a cool and comfortable garden.
The area turned into a park. More precisely, a park inhabited by tens of thousands of different types of plants there. Plus, the black dragon figure was sleeping on the tree. The difference is, the head has two horns curved a third back like a goat.
Out of curiosity, Hiro stepped gently on his feet. His stomp reflects the water reflexively. It was as if he was in an amusement park ride alone. Reminds him of his memories with his family as a child.
