The Sound of Dawn sailed upon the Endless Sea.
On this boundless Great Ocean, it had become a lonely little boat.
It moved forward slowly, tracing a line of pure white wake.
Even aboard the ship, everything looked utterly quiet.
On the canopy of branches that formed the ship's roof, aside from the various crystals—clear and lustrous like carved crystal—only the avatar of the Sound of Dawn was hopping about, quietly singing.
And beneath the great tree were several Puppet Girls.
Curiously, most of these Puppet Girls were resting, even though the sun was high in the sky.
The branches and green leaves of the crown formed one sunshade after another over the Puppet Girls' heads, ensuring They a comfortable sleep.
And at the top of the great tree.
Inside the lookout at the very top of the tree.
Aside from Alka, there wasn't a single figure anywhere outside the ship.
Suddenly.
