One morning I woke up and found that my mobile phone had turned into a ten centimeter little man with red eyes and white hair. He was handsome but disobedient.
After that day, my world became magical.
Much later, the Earth Self-Defense Alliance made a written guarantee to the Cybertronians: We promised not to use Fiona Wiley first.
I:?
Intention: May the sand sculpture coexist with me