Bab 142: A Little Gossip

The strange light from the dream dimesion cast a gentle shadow over the serene yet unnerving scenery. As if made of liquid glass, the ground glistened, and inexplicably tall buildings spiraled into the ever-shifting sky. A pleasant hum flowed beneath Luna and Fanfar as they stood on what seemed to be an endless avenue.

"Where would you like to go?" Luna asked, her voice carrying a soft, melodic echo in the surreal stillness.

Fanfar adjusted his hair, which fluttered in a nonexistent breeze, and glanced at the marionette card. Mod sent a blue light and drew arrows with this light, showing the shortest path to the clock tower.

"I'm supposed to head to the clock tower," Fanfar replied. His green, almond-shaped eyes flicked to Luna. "And are you okay? You look pale. Are you still bleeding?"