In this world, the joys and sorrows of people probably really don't communicate with each other.
The three witches were immersed in the beauty of their flower-like world, while the three Moon Rabbits could only exchange looks, each hiding the envy in their eyes, and then they turned to gaze at the dead moon behind them.
Yet even such a splendid Witch World could only make Dorothy sigh, it couldn't bring her that soul-shaking feeling, her true homeland, that water-blue world, was beyond reach now.
However, one can't always be bound by the past, home is where the heart is at ease, and her new home would be created by her own hands.
Dorothy shifted her gaze from the world of flowers and turned it toward the remains of the dead moon.
"Alright, stop daydreaming, it's time to go."
The homebody witch clapped her hands to get her companions' attention and spoke.