//Merry Go Round of Life - Howl's moving castle//
Year 1430, just outside the town of Winslow, on an open field (15 years ago):
Whitebeard sat on the front lawn of his handmade house, a testament to years of labor and love.
The wooden structure stood proudly, its walls adorned with hues of blue and pink. The fence encircling it gleamed in a bright white, creating a charming contrast against the natural surroundings.
As he reminisced, Whitebeard remembered the days when his wife, Sophia, handpicked these very colors. He toiled diligently, saving every coin to afford the costly pigments that would bring her vision to life.
Amidst the midsummer warmth, flowers burst forth in vibrant display, painting the backyard and nearby field with a riot of colors.
Sophia's voice broke his reverie, "I'm heading to the field to gather some flowers. Care to join me?"
