C963 An Ancient War

In the forest far away, trees with golden leaves were waving their branches gently.

Beside him, there was a huge stamen growing there, budding. Strand after strand of snow-white cotton was spat out by the flower bud, drifting into the distance with the wind. It was like a flowing cloud in the blue sky, pure white and flawless.

"Puchi -"

With a light sound