Vivillon wandered through the forests of the city of Tarado. Unfortunately, the traveler encountered mushrooms, which led him to a slight narcotic intoxication. Without knowing it, he continued to walk and in the evening he reached some bar, whose name he was not able to read.

Then everything was in a fog. Vievielon dreamed of visiting a magical forest, where the willows hung leaves of pastel colors, where the sun shone brightly golden, and where behind the thickets he saw an unusual view. The river gurgled, the birds sang, and on a stone by the river sat a beautiful graceful figure with long wavy pink hair and moaned in a gentle voice. And when they turned they face to him... ah, these gentle features, this curved nose, lazy eyes, long eyelashes-

"..." Vievien opened his eyes and found himself in some wooden room. He sat up and felt a weight on his arm. This... WAS THE BEAUTIFUL CREATURE LYING HERE WITH HIM!?