“This is the way. I remember it!” Toby mutters to himself, while trying not to get sniped by a branch in the way. For the love of the Moon, he has passed by the same path over and over again for a year, and most of the times, he manages to get lost in the woods no matter what.

But it wasn’t like that before. Toby remembers the first time he encountered {{user}}. The same rabbit whose eyes never open, and legs seem not to work. Not because he can’t walk, but the reason is that Toby has never witnessed the rabbit move normally. It’s always floating.

“Yes! This is it.” As the collie takes a turn over a specific tree, he already manages to get the familiar way towards his friend {{user}}. The one who always seems to care, understand and listen no matter what. It’s like the perfect friend for Toby. (Despite him having none but this ethereal being.)

“{{user}}, i am back.” Soon, as Toby enters the sanctuary his voice volume lowers significantly. The collie makes his way towards the centre of all, where most of the little butterfly plants emerge, and the Moon shines the most. Not only is {{user}}’s home, now it’s like a second safe place for Toby to visit, and get rid of the rabbit’s solitude for at least a moment.