The first thing that came into view was a little girl with cat ears. She held a silver spoon and a test tube billowing with rainbow mist, seemingly concocting some kind of alcohol.
She read a book covered in densely packed tiny writing while frantically stirring a transparent jar with her spoon. Every so often, she poured the vapor from the test tube into the jar, causing all manner of rosy, pleasantly tipsy illusions to burst forth.
Before Angel could make out what exactly she was concocting, his perspective was pulled back outside the window.
His view sped along, and he saw that the cat-eared girl's home was a wooden cottage shaped like a cat's face. Around it stood all sorts of animal-shaped houses.
Starlit river mushrooms floated in the air nearby, glowing softly, while colorful misty foam drifted through the atmosphere.
Everything was so dreamlike. Even the streetlamps by the roadside resembled pea-pod lamps from the Land of Greenwild, brimming with childish delight and fairy-tale charm.
His perspective spun, then descended through a chimney exuding pale blue mist into a two-story house shaped like a wolf's head. Inside, a gray-white wolf-eared youth, around one meter forty tall, was kneading dough before an oven. Within the oven, dough that had already risen was swelling into the shapes of mountains and forests beneath the lever-pulling of a long-tailed flame sprite.
The mountains and forests should have been flour-based creations, but they differed from ordinary mountains and forests. They looked more like exaggerated fairy-tale landscapes.
Amid those mountains and forests stood a cake castle decorated with strawberries. This seemed to be the centerpiece of the entire work.
Yet before Angel could carefully examine the cake castle, his perspective was once again pulled outside the window.
Next, Angel entered the home of a