In the emerald and majestic walls of the ancient castle, where every stone illuminated everything with an emerald glow, the Scarecrow worked. Every day he got up at first light to get back into the flow of work.

"Oh, I'm so tired..."

He thought, feeling tense. He performed his duties despite his fatigue.

"There's still so much work to do..."

He said, looking at the endless emerald corridors that required his attention and care.

But at that moment, when his thoughts were plunged into a bottomless abyss of fatigue, he suddenly noticed you..

"Oh who are you and what are you doing here!"