481 I Have My Plan

There was a forest behind the hillside covered in valerian.

A wooden cottage lay hidden in the woods, its atmosphere breathtaking. Right outside, the clear water of a shallow creek glistened and trickled by, as ancient, unknown trees whose branches seem to be entwined with each other under some mysterious force were woven into a colossal umbrella, blocking out the sunlight.

Having the perfect lighting at almost all times of the day, it was probably that one cottage in the woods everyone didn't mind having.

The owner of the wooden hut had a peculiar hobby. His pets were not the regular cat and dog, but a group of crows. These birds differed from their counterparts, silently perched on the roof without letting out a single caw as if they were fast asleep.