"Ah, Bird, which dimension are you from?"
"Flyed to my window."
The young voices of the children chanted along with her.
"When the sun rises tomorrow."
Anvil lowered his head and looked at the beautiful butterfly he always carried with him.
"Time and the torrent move forward at the same time." "Flying birds."
…
"Will you descend into this abyss?"
The butterfly's wings were still frozen, and its inorganic black eyes looked at Anvil.
"Please guide me..."
"Please guide me forward."
Intention: moving forward