"Bast."
"Is this a fairy tale world?"
In the painting, the sunshine in the fairy tale world was like liquid gold, pouring down from the azure, boundless sky, gently and brilliantly shining on every inch of land.
A few white clouds, as pure as cotton, wandered leisurely in the sky. Their shapes varied, resembling a flock of sheep strolling through the heavens or the peculiar sailboats in children's dreams.
On the endless grassland, flowers of various colors dotted the landscape: red like fire, yellow like gold, blue like the sea, and purple like lilacs, all blooming competitively and emitting waves of fragrance that were heartwarmingly pleasant.
Karno took a deep breath.
The scent of the flowers was very real.
This place was like a real world.
