Toot—!
The long whistle echoing in his ears gradually faded away.
Aiven found himself standing in a lush primeval forest, with giant trees over a hundred meters tall, green grass, shrubs, streams, and dark green moss everywhere.
But when he looked behind from where he stood, he saw that beside this great forest was an endless expanse of azure skies and a vast sea of clouds. The strong winds in the high altitude swept across the broad forest, creating a loud, rustling roar.
It was not until he saw an enormous whale tail, seemingly capable of overshadowing half the sky, stirring the sea of clouds and propelling this land forward, that Aiven realized he was actually on the back of a gigantic whale, and the whistle was actually the sound of the whale's call.
