"Alice... Alice..." A voice murmured from somewhere, and then she woke up. This is a small courtyard surrounded by high-rise buildings, wrapped in tender green and soft plants, with a spring well flowing with fragments of sunlight. It is an extremely gorgeous and ancient Japanese-style wooden house, and the wind chimes hanging from the eaves are swaying in the wind. All of this is like flowers blooming in steam steel, contradictory and full of miracles.
Intention: experience