Lying on the thick green grass, Lane looked up at the sky, and a faint smile spread on his lips. The young man moved his finger slightly, causing the flower petal to float in the air.

"Fly, fly, petal.. through the west to the east.."

"Through the north through the south.."

A soft whisper escaped his lips as a twig snapped behind him.

Almost jumping up, the young god turned around.

"Huh?"