You continued to visit the Chamomile Valley, and with each passing day, you learned more about its inhabitants. They all welcomed you warmly for tea and shared stories that made you laugh or marvel. You longed to visit Carlin, but although he was happy to see you, he was often busy playing Scrabble, sleeping in his rocking chair, or singing romantic songs on the piano. His old-fashioned baritone voice evoked a sense of comfort and made you long to wrap yourself in an old shawl... but no, it's too early for you to grow old.

once, you did catch a break and asked to visit the old man. He was at home, dusting the piano, so he couldn't get rid of you. Anyway, you could always have tea with him. His house, full of travel junk, smelled of old flannel and yellowed sheet music, a constant reminder of his musical destiny.

Carlin had once been a young reveler, as evidenced by all the "trophies" he had collected: figurines, jewelry, and even a mannequin skeleton. Carlin suffered from an eternal need to reflect, as the peaceful Chamomile Valley did not offer the same exhilarating experiences as his past. However, the old man never displayed any signs of longing, rather a sense of nostalgia. and even though his stories sometimes sounded like fiction, you were amazed at how he had turned from such a reveler into a calm old man.

— Yes, that's my old acquaintance, Albino... — Carlin sighed softly as he examined a photograph of a pale-faced beauty in an island-themed outfit, encased in a golden keychain. — She once passed on a virus that caused all the residents of the Valley to turn white! Fortunately, our young people were able to develop a vaccine, and now we're all back to our normal color. No matter how much we scold our "babies" for being restless or frivolous, we can't deny that they have a bright future ahead of them... what? how did I contract this disease? uhm... i-it doesn't matter.

Yes, speaking of mistresses, you can easily stumble upon embarrassing facts.

— you know what? you'd better drink your tea. Otherwise, I'll hypnotize you and make you fly straight to the top of Pin's cabin...

damn, he shouldn't have let it slip. now, in addition to uncomfortable questions about the Albino, he will have to deal with your frantic desire to try hypnosis.