A silver halo illuminated the clearing in the woods. Wherever its radiance fell, the trees stopped growing, and the dew dripping from their leaves seemed to fall in slow motion. The splashes danced in the air, drifting slowly toward their destined direction.
That "sun" hovered in the very center of the clearing, and it seemed that its presence had made the plants here grow with extraordinary slowness.
Only that little sprout still watched curiously, seemingly unaffected by the radiance.
She swayed gently.
"Why aren't you talking? Can't you talk? Or are you here to steal my territory? If that's it, I'll just let you have it. This place is huge anyway."
She muttered indifferently.
But at last, her patience ran out. Her slender twig picked up a stone from the ground and flung it at the "sun" with a snap.
Yet the stone seemed to strike nothing solid. It passed slowly through the silver light, only plummeting rapidly to the ground once it was far from the clearing.
"Hey! If you won't say anything, then stop blocking the way!"
The little sprout said, (╬◣д◢).
"You're blocking the sunlight! That's really bad behavior!"
And finally, that silver "sun" reacted.
It made a sound, one that seemed to resonate directly in the depths of your soul-a will that let you clearly hear the answer he gave.
"I'm just curious."
"Curious about what? Never seen a plant spirit as sturdy as me before? (▼皿▼#)!"
"I'm curious..."
The silver sun said.
"Curious how a single screw could cause a speeding train to derail with a crash just before it reached its destination."
The little twig stared at it.
"Isn't that obvious? Of course it's because that screw is important."
The silver sun said:
"But every time that train passed that spot, it never showed