I Became a Flower Elf and Wandered Around the World

When Freud stood on the desolate yellow sand, the whistling wind in her ears seemed to be asking, and then she suddenly remembered fragments of her past. That only exists in the sky. The warmth under the yellow sand. The wind brought songs from afar, and there were still people waiting for her to go home. The light that was lit for her never went out, and going home became her deepest obsession.