In the middle of a vast lush grassland, a white train was moving forward slowly along the tracks; it looked like a white thread in the middle of a green handkerchief.
In a carriage in the middle section of the train, light was almost nonexistent; only traces of white light shone in through both sides.
A one-eyed man with long hair down to the waist was silently standing in the dark.
"Silvard once told me: give up your eyes for a broader world," the man said in a low voice as if he was talking to himself. He had a black eye patch over his left eye, while a sparkling glow faintly reflected on the dark golden eyelashes of his right eye.
"My heart will tell me what higher realm I intend to pursue…" he inexplicably muttered.
