The moon is dark and the lights are dim, and the mottled silver light pours out like orchids; the sky is leisurely, and the insects chirp in the ears. Boom stands outside the Hanging Tree tree house, and the bamboo leaves that have just broken out of the ground beside him are stretching freely with the evening breeze.
, several moths half the size of a palm are wandering around.
Looking at Rikka's gradually blurring figure, Boom was helpless...