It was merely somewhat familiar, somewhat nostalgic, and made her nose tingle with the urge to cry, yet it also carried a hint of confusion. She did not know what was wrong with her.
It was as if some sort of aura had appeared, calling out to her.
When she came back to her senses, the corners of her eyes were slightly moist.
It was as if she were a wanderer who had left her homeland long ago, increasingly able to sense the familiar scent of home.
Even though she had already forgotten it and could no longer put it into words—she could not even remember it herself!—she could still instinctively feel a surge of joy.
"What... is going on?" Little Griseo murmured.
For an existence like her, whether it was a premonition or something else, it could not be ignored. Sometimes, it represented many things, explained many things, and hid a great deal of information—a thought flashing through her mind like a spark of inspiration.
The farther forward she went,
the more obvious this feeling became.
Although, in reality, it still seemed to come and go.
But in Little Griseo's perception, she had already caught it like a thread. It was so conspicuous.
She hurried forward.
Was she flashing through space, or doing something else?
In the vast universe, these were merely images that could be understood conceptually. That was all.
If you were good at flying, then you flew.
If you were good at riding a bicycle, then you could ride a bicycle.
There was no difference.
The pull of the thin thread became even more obvious.
Miss Ark's footprints also seemed to grow clearer and clearer.
It was as if she had only just passed by.
Right ahead.
Little Griseo moved swiftly.
At last, she abruptly stopped!