In the Land of Rear Dale

"... oh my god..."

Each clerk (Kasumi) Guinai (Kana) was gripping at the window to cool off his lit body.

Nothing. I didn't take too long baths. It is like overheating due to thoughts, long thoughts and the result of being alone and confused and self-completing.

The landscape that can be seen is a white cloud that floats pompously in the blue sky like it can escape. It is almost sunny.

If you look beneath it, a forest occupies a vast area from its foot in a stretch of mountain ranges.

And slowly lowering his gaze, a dozen wooden houses currently standing side by side.

It would be rude to say that I was lonely if I could say that I could not assume the long idle (idyllic) from the time I lived in the twenty-second century. Zero dry laughter for myself, which exists as part of such a sight.

She tried to grasp her own situation, and the beginning of her exhaustion dates back to this morning.

"Toys ~ It's morning ~"

She noddedly opens her eyes to the strong light plugged all the way in and to the tongueless young call. Wooden wood ceilings are visible blurry over the head.

A window that is a square open armored door if you shift your gaze to the right.

The girl, who let her peek up from her chest at the tip of the white sheet that spreads if she turns left, says hello with a cheerful smile.

"Ahhh... Ahhhhhhh?"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. I'll be there in the morning."

If you reply to the stretch mix, you wake up naturally to the girl who cuts you back with a dazzling smile.

Stretched to absorb the sun's light in the upper body illuminated by the morning sun, the cinnamon looked down at itself and stopped the bicilli from moving. To the point where a girl standing by the bed leans her neck and wonders.

"Shooting in the morning sun...... wooden, room?

Until yesterday, the place I closed my eyes until just now should have been a hospital room surrounded by white walls and spent enough time watching. Rather, I get up (...) with my own body, which is impossible to even wake up on my own, and I stretch (...) to be relieved by the fact.

There were only a few seconds or minutes of flashing moments. The laurel, who notices the girl who came to inform me in the morning peeking into her face, wakes up a body that was in a leaning mood.

"Daiji-bu? Hey, honey?

You must have worried me from the bottom of your heart. I wonder what's wrong with reassuring the girl who sows grief in her black eyes. Tickle her own troubles to the side, and she opens the item box.

Candy balls grabbed unconstructively from the inside, the effect of restoring MP to trace amounts, were placed on the palm of the hand and offered in front of the girl.

As a childhood when I used to just cry, like when I used to get it from the nurse in charge. Hand the girl a candy ball with a smile on her face.

"Oh, thank you. Hey, honey!

"No, you're welcome"

When I gently stroke the girl's head away from the bed, she gently dyed her cheeks and smiled.

The girl, with candy balls in her apron pocket hung from above clothes similar to a loose smock, leaves the room with a clean fold when she peels the sheets and blankets from the bed where the laurels slept, holding them all over her chest.

And I said, "Come on over for breakfast, will you?" And don't forget to tell.

Reasonably suppressed the heart, which wanted to immerse itself in the sight of something warm spreading on its chest, and the laurels rebelled their actions in this way.

(... Open Item Box...?

A translucent longitudinal window that appears to the right edge of your vision as soon as you are conscious.

Fifteen words line up at the top. If you manipulate the scroll bar in the top right corner of the window, a huge number of items flow from bottom to top.

"This is..., no way..."

Cover your cheeks.

... Ouch. Unsurprisingly real.

This is what we perceive as reality (real) when we are faced with the classical way of discerning reality from dreams.

A magic skill screen is also opened next to the item window because it's a dream. [Dream drop: Nightmare] caught a zap of blood from the face of the cinnamon vegetables that I saw displayed picking up.

This is the online game I've been playing until the last minute, its world. I was wondering if it was the rear dail itself.