It was a normal day in Minuscule-Tale. the bees/butterflies came and went, everyone was happy, everything was in order. The garden was huge. flowers and grass, trees, puddles and miniature nature

"........"

Cross was sitting in the grass. everything was huge. the garden that for a human would seem normal, for the minuscule would seem like a world. -Burterfly-INK- peeked out from behind Cross, wanting to scare him, but at that moment, he turned around. looking at him with his left pupil red with a scar underneath and his right pupil white:

"Nice try, big head. But I'm not an easy target."