The man in the black clothes wearing the Smiley face mask walked on the street, but no one gave him strange looks, as if they were in two parallel worlds.
A beautiful mansion stood among the other buildings, and in his eyes, this house was closer to the world he was in than the others.
A roaring sound echoed, and the buildings on both sides of the street receded away from him, the trees flowed behind, and the wooden gate in the distance quickly approached.
He was already standing on the steps.
The man raised his arm and gently knocked on the door.
He hummed a tune while waiting for the door to be opened.
Clack.
The door opened inward.
The Smiling Man was somewhat puzzled, tilting his head and pushing the door open.
No one was inside.
"Hello."
A greeting came from somewhere.
A small figure squeezed through the crack in the door.
One tall, one short, two black figures stood face to face at the doorway.
The matchstick man asked enthusiastically:
