"...Ah, the sunlight is so glaring."
Russell lowered his head meekly, dazzled by the brilliant sunlight.
He didn't even know how long he had been baking under the fierce sun... He felt like his back could fry an egg.
But the surreal part was that Russell didn't sweat at all.
He even felt that the legs of the Song Sparrow had grown a bit numb, yet there was not a trace of sweat on his body, nor did any of that sand dust remain in his hair or on his clothes.
It was as if they were all illusions that could only be touched for an instant... like sand, or like the hot snow of sand.
While Russell aimlessly wandered with his thoughts in disarray, he couldn't help but complain, "How much longer do I have to walk..."
Although the Deer Leader had told him that the Dream Realm knew no concept of time.
But Russell, ever sceptical, had brought along a mechanical pocket watch—yet it hadn't moved at all, so he tossed it right there on the ground.
