"Lighthouse, coo?"
Pigeon tilted his head, shifting his gaze away from the black gneiss tower before him to stare at Anvis, waiting for him to continue.
"Yes, a lighthouse."
Anvis nodded lightly and spoke evenly.
"From beginning to end, I have always had a question. Is the world I live in real, or is it an illusion?
From my perspective, I naturally hope this world is real. But if that is the case, how should the existence of those 'Outsiders' be explained?"
Howling snowflakes swept through the air, landing on the shoulders of Anvis's white formal attire and among Pigeon's feathers. Yet the snowflakes that fell upon the latter passed straight through him as though they had touched air.
Amid the flying snow, Anvis quietly watched the large Pigeon that seemed not to exist in this world.
"You once said that you are the shadow of the higher-dimensional being Carnwoda. If so, could you please clear up my confusion?"
"The world is real, coo—"
Round red eyes met Anvis's azure gaze. Perched upon the rock, Pigeon flapped his wings and gave his answer.
"Outsiders have their own place of origin, just as you have yours.
The people of this world are different from you, and the people of another world are also different from you. You can perceive my existence, just as you can perceive the true essence of the Outsiders' existence."
"I... think I understand what it was about me that the High Elf Prophet specifically mentioned."
Listening to Pigeon's somewhat obscure answer, Anvis seemed to suddenly find a thread to a question that had troubled him for a long time. His voice gradually rose.
"It was nothing else, nor was it any external thing I gained after reincarnating into this world.
I am a Native, and I am