When Canna woke up in his domain, the usual feeling of contentment was absent. He just lay there, staring at the sky, feeling a nagging sense of incompleteness. The weather was perfect—he had manipulated the skies to be a royal blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds, and a cool, gentle breeze swept through the land. It was the kind of day that should have filled him with satisfaction, knowing that every plant and tree was soaking up the sunlight they needed.
But something was off. Canna couldn't shake the feeling that there was a void, something essential that was missing from his domain. He decided to take a walk, hoping that the familiar sights and sounds of his flourishing sanctuary would help clear his mind.
