C1917 The True Function of a Clear Dream(13)

A twittering of birds woke me.

I opened my eyes.

I found myself lying in a small wooden house. The decoration of the house was very unique. The walls and the eaves of the house were filled with various types of wind chimes. These wind chimes swayed on their own without any wind, emitting a pleasant and pleasant sound.

Outside the window stood a few red and green birds