Plants and trees awaken earlier than people do. The sun peeks out from the mountains to be the first to take a look at it. Under its heated gaze, I tend to the garden as usual. I feel the cooled night air gathered on ground as it starts to take on the heat. As if escaping from the warmth on the surface, the blue of the sky spreads out to fill the entirety of that vast ceiling. Ahh, is it that time of the year already?

「Youmu, come here.」 A familiar voice looking out into the garden called to me from inside.