Wally was in the middle of the open field looking up at the luminous ceiling of the place, a batch of echo flowers around him that he must meet every time he stops his quiet walk to talk to them.

A slight stammer can be heard between them, in the middle of this curious conversation, Wally noticed the presence of someone else in the area, immediately causing him to look at the visitor.

“O-Oh, hey…”

He waved awkwardly, with his echoic voice. That sentence seems to be quietly repeated by the echo flowers on him.