In the carriage, Casio looked outside through the semi-transparent white gauze. Brown trunks quickly moved backward, and the scene blurred as rainwater trickled down from the canopy.
The surrounding environment remained unchanged for a long while. When Casio looked out the window again, the carriage was no longer in a forest, but a rolling hilly area. The hillside was peculiar, with vast, white flowers on the left of the road, like a white carpet.
The right side, however, was a blackened ground, as if scorched by a great fire. Lifeless, occasional ashes ascended.
Casio squinted slightly; sitting in the carriage, he didn't feel any turbulence, as if it wasn't moving quickly forward but the whole world was surging towards him instead.
