"Inside, there are some shapeless, black things, coo—"
"Could you describe them in more detail?"
Hearing Pigeon's overly simple description, Anvis raised an eyebrow slightly.
At the same time, he walked over to the Tower Gate and pretended to examine the Magic Inscriptions on it, so Chom would not notice anything unusual.
"Those pitiable beings wriggle within the reflections of dreams. They are accepted neither by the real world nor tolerated by the Dream World, and can only linger desperately in the empty cracks between them, coo."
"And although you can see the tower's 'door,' the tower's entrance is not at this angle, coo! From the angle where you stand, there should be nothing inside at all, coo—"
Seeing Anvis approach, Pigeon flapped its wings and flew back onto him.
"Could you explain that more specifically?"
Anvis blinked, somewhat confused by Pigeon's words.
"Just as a single drop of water contains countless facets, the world also has endless angles, coo."
"Something observed from one angle will become entirely different when viewed from another. Just like how, from your angle, what you see of coo is a 'pigeon' rather than a 'mirror.'"
After saying that, Pigeon added another sentence.
"You can go in and take a look yourself, coo—"
"You mean, break this Seal?"
After thinking for a moment, Anvis asked Pigeon in his mind.
"Would that have any bad effects on my island?"
"A little, but it's no problem, coo! Like a grassland that already has ninety-nine lions—adding one more would not fundamentally change the living environment of the other animals, coo—"
Pigeon extended its right wing, the feathers at its tip curling slightly as though giving a thumbs-up.
"Fine, then forget it."
Anvis slowly shook his head, gave the enormous gray-black High Tower one final glance, and then turned