"Achoo!"
Soaring through the air, Timothy suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.
"That's weird... Why do I feel like someone's talking bad about me?"
He paused for a moment, glancing around, but there was no one else in sight.
Just then, a cold breeze swept by, revealing the landscape below.
It was already autumn, and the trees on the mountain had turned shades of fiery red and pale yellow. Many of the more delicate plants and flowers had begun to wither.
But in the distance, a vast open field stood in stark contrast to the season.
The hills were covered in vibrant, fragrant flowers of every color, none of them showing any signs of wilting. It was as if the entire area had transformed into a breathtaking sea of blossoms, so beautiful that it was hard not to get lost in the sight.
This was the Blooming Sanctuary.
