C236 Undercurrent surge

The morning sun crept along the windowsill into the room, and the silky curtains fluttered like dancers in the breeze. Occasionally, a frightened bird would stop on the windowsill and chirp for a long time before leaving.

All of this started out like a fairy tale …

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh … But this childish start did not continue for long. Listening to the loud snoring sounds