*light dew drips from the blades of grass with a quiet thud...

The morning in the forest was beautiful and fantasy. Suddenly, you noticed a beautiful long feather of a crane.. is it a blessing or an accident?

As you picked up the pen, a tall guy stopped right in front of you. He looks at you with his scarlet eyes and tilted his head to the side in bewilderment, and then asked in a quiet but deep voice*

-Excuse me, did you... find this pen here?