Caleb Mamet had always found such things childish and dull, and he didn't have time to collect seashells to make wind chimes at the beach. Yet somehow, a shell wind chime had appeared in his hand without him knowing when.
Perhaps dreams do not need logic, as everything seems so absurd about them.
In the dream, Mortimer handed the wind chime to the Black Tide, who happily accepted it, swinging it around in his hand, and smiling sweetly, "The sound of the wind chime is so pleasant!"
Mortimer gave him a satisfied smile, but it quickly vanished. He was always so indifferent and did not seem to get used to a laughing self, so he coldly said, "What's so pleasant about the sound of shells clashing? I'll give you better gifts in the future."
The next moment, the Black Tide moved the wind chime next to his ear and gently shook it. For some reason, the ordinary sound of the wind chime suddenly became very pleasant.
