Iver awoke amid repeated swaying and the crisp sound of music.
...It felt as though he were on a ship.
Iver only felt a little headache...
It even reminded Iver of how he had felt waking up the day after getting drunk in his Previous Life.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw himself lying on a dry, simple bed. Sunlight streamed through the window and spilled across the blanket.
--The thin quilt was covered in plain white silk in Elven Style, without a single ornament. The room he was in was not large, probably less than ten square meters. Apart from the bed beneath him, there was only a wardrobe and a desk with a cabinet.
The desk held documents pressed down by a seal, while various little ornaments sat atop the cabinet.
There was a brownish-red crystal cup that seemed to be for drinking water, its surface uneven like tree bark; a golden music box about the size of a palm, its lid open as a little ruby figure leaped out and danced a complicated routine... That singing was coming from it; and a square White Crystal, containing a brief animation preserved within the crystal sheet that looked like either a "photograph" or a "golem."
Iver first closed the music box that seemed to be serving as an alarm clock. Then he extended his rough, powerful right hand and picked up the "sheet" of moving pictures.
The protagonist within was undoubtedly a young man with a dazzling smile and brilliant golden hair.
He draped his arm around the neck of the female companion beside him, embracing her intimately like two old buddies, and gave a thumbs-up toward the "camera," seeming to say something. His hair glittered beneath the sunlight, and his pupils shone with a blue-green radiance like