Soft light composed the entirety of the organs of this giant bird in the water, its crown of feathers, wings, and beak.
It curled its body as tight as possible, its chest rising and falling ever so slightly—as if asleep, surrounded by silent dolphins slowly circling in every direction.
The scene was so beautiful that Charles felt as if he was dreaming; the pitch-black Earth Sea had always harbored only disgusting monsters, never something like this.
Upon the first glance, Charles was enveloped by a familiar sense of comfort, and recalling all that had happened before, he quickly understood.
There was no island at all; everything was 041's dream, and anyone who lingered too long in its dreamscape would become a permanent resident of the dream island, forever turning into a sightless dolphin. No wonder Aaron had said earlier he could no longer get out.
