There were long trees stretching out, filled with green life; it looked like an evergreen forest. The cries of magic beasts could be heard everywhere, signaling the presence of life. The cold wind blew, making the leaves and branches hit each other and creating nature's melody.
The falling leaves moved up with the wind and reached the mountain. One of them hit the face of a figure who didn't move or close his eyes; the purple iris looked at the wind pushing him back. He looked at the calm beautiful scene for a while.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't know how much time had passed when his smartphone suddenly 'rang,' and a voice message could be heard in his own voice: "This is a reminder. You have still not read the final letter from Father." His body shook as realization hit him; he searched in his ring and took out an envelope.
