Storage Wonderland.

The golden sun shines on the golden beach, even the waves of the sea are golden, and the flowers and trees that are hundreds of meters high are shining with bright rainbows in the sun.

Everything is telling others that this does not belong to the world.

This is a fairyland.

The doll Oran's wheelchair slowly rolled down the slope to the rainbow tree. It looked at the tree hole of the rainbow tree, waited for a while, and finally the wheelchair slid away again.

The next day, it came again.

Sometimes it comes on its own, and sometimes it comes on St. Rafael pushes it.

It was waiting for Tut to reply to it, but the letter never came.

"Why didn't you come?"

"Have you forgotten?"

St. Rafael didn't think too much: "Old Toot must be very busy and has a lot to do."

The doll Oran made fun of him: "He must be old and forgot to reply to me."

The doll Oran decided to write another letter to Lao Tut, asking Lao Tut about his recent situation and how his textile machine manufacturing workshop is doing.

"Send another letter!"

The doll Oran wrote a letter and threw it into the tree hole of the rainbow tree. Although the rainbow tree in the Wonderland storage is not used to deliver and receive letters, it also has such functions.

The letter is sent to the fairyland of letter paper and then thrown into the distance.

But this letter could not be found.

final.

Was returned.

Under the rainbow tree, the doll lying in a wheelchair, Olan couldn't help but reach out to hold the letter.

Looking at the letter without any trace of being taken apart, he looked at Saint Rafael.

"The letter has not been delivered, returned?"

"What does it mean?"

St. Rafael looked at the letter and said nothing.

Being a dream clan.

Being a messenger to the gods.

No one can understand better than them what it means to not deliver.

St. Rafael dared not say to the doll Oran, and could only say: "The messenger did not find the old Tut!"

The doll Oran then asked, "What does it mean if Tut was not found."

St. Rafael's sob finally couldn't help but say: "He is dead."

Doll Oran: "Diet?"

The fairy in the forest was sobbing louder and louder. She was not like the doll Oran, and she had a short understanding of death.

She had never learned to say goodbye to life.

"Living life will be directly connected to its roots, and it is impossible for the messenger on duty in the Creator Kingdom to find it."

"As long as people are still alive, letters will not be returned."

"I will wait for the other party to accept it."

"He may have turned into the Lamp Spirit and entered the kingdom of the God of Alchemy and Desire, or he may have not yet entered the dream of life.

After a person dies.

You can choose to go to the kingdom of faith in the gods, and your gods will come to pick you up.

You can also choose to enter the dreamy sea of ​​stars.

That is the destination of the Creator's place for ordinary sentient beings and civilizations.

Of course, there is another possibility that even the dream of life was shattered and could not enter the dreamy sea of ​​stars.

Ordinary people do not have the ability to do such things, and those who are powerful under myths will find it difficult to break the laws and leave other people's dreams in life. Only those who are powerful can do such things themselves.

but.

Who would destroy his dream of life?

The doll Oran looked at Saint Rafael, and there was no emotion in his gem-studded eyes.

Then he turned his head mechanically and looked at the tree hole without saying a word.

But Saint Rafael finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

"He left."

"Then I can never come back."

St. Rafael had long understood that the goodbye of a mortal is completely different from the goodbye of a fairy in the forest.

She knows.

Goodbye said by mortals.

It's the final farewell.

But this farewell goodbye came too quickly.

It seemed as if he turned around and waved goodbye.

The figure of the man had disappeared and disappeared in the sun.

Can't see it again.

The doll Auran took his letter and quietly returned to the White Tower of Exile.

It walked into the hut where Old Tut once lived and walked around and then, and often stopped in front of the stairs where Old Tut blocked him several times.

It came to the Taling School when it was very young.

It is a genius of the Taling School and has become a third-level powerhouse at a young age.

It is very similar to the teacher, and it desires and pursues the so-called mystery of the tower spirit.

The only difference is.

The teacher is already very old, and it was very young at that time; the teacher has no time left, and it still has a lot of time to pursue the mystery of the Taling.

A great goal is usually accompanied by generations of accumulation, in a century.

Most people are just people who build tall towers.

It is impossible to become a star-picking person.

People always say that opportunities are left to the younger generation, but who doesn't want to be the one who picks the stars?

The teacher was too anxious. He didn't want to wait, waiting for the future that he could not see.

What he wants is the future he can hold immediately.

He wants to become the star-picking person himself.

The doll Oran witnessed the establishment of this white tower, which was built to pursue the mystery of the tower spirit and for their dreams.

And finally.

But it became their tomb of death and their dream.

It has thought many times how would it choose if it was a teacher at that time.

“Will I choose to be the foundation layer?”

"Or will you be the Star-Picking Man at all costs?"

It once acquiesced to the teacher's experiment, at least without a clear rejection.

At that time.

The answer has already appeared.

It got up from its wheelchair and stood under the white tower.

For the first time, it saw itself so clearly.

It saw its teacher and its shadow. The two of them were back to their backs, and behind them were the white tower and the circling evil spirits.

The doll Oran stretched out his hand.

Touching its eyes, the shadow standing with the teacher.

“I made no mistake.”

"I'm guilty."
To be continued...