"I didn't promise him, and the next day, he disappeared.

Later, I saw him again under countless full moons, but he didn't invite me again, just stood on the deck, as if guarding the full moon.

On a bright moonlit night, I agreed to an invitation not long ago, and walked up the white boat along the moonlit bridge over the sea. The man who invited me greeted me with a pleasant and familiar voice.

He had a thick beard and wore a white robe like a canvas. He said his name was Theseus.

After that, under the white light of the beautiful full moon, we rowed to the mysterious south to the song of the waves and waves......"

“…… It was undoubtedly a dream-like trip, in the middle of the voyage. We passed through a city surrounded by a thick black fog. Theseus told me that it was Voodoo, a paradise for the dead, a tomb for the living. There, the dead lived happily ever after.

We've been there too, and I can't remember what it's called. But undoubtedly, it was a strange garden.

We went down there under the rising sun, in a sky like rose gold.

It's bright and beautiful, and I never knew about it. From the seashore there are magnificent terraces, trees and strange temples everywhere, with white roofs and pillars that shimmer.

Theseus said that this land preserves all the beautiful dreams and ideas that humans have produced and forgotten. When I looked back at the terrace, I immediately knew he was right

Many of the views that spread out in front of me were those I had seen beyond the fog-shrouded horizons or in the depths of the phosphorescent ocean. Moreover, there are forms and fantasies more magnificent than anything I know, the imagination of young poets who died before the world could understand what they saw and dreamed of.

We set foot there and stayed there for countless days and nights......

…… After that, we stepped on the white boat again and continued our journey. I once asked him where we were going. But he sang aloud.

Let's go, let's go, towards the unknown distance-

Follow the waves –

Follow the sun –

……

He sang a hymn that I didn't understand at all, and its tune was so similar to the ballad of the waves and tides on the day we set sail......

......, I don't know how long later, we came to the Aegean Sea.

We came to Athens, where it was as if everyone knew Theseus. I talked to them about my views on art, and I talked about philosophical discourse that I didn't know what it was......

We met a large white bird, which Theseus told me was a bird of the sky, and legend has it that it would take people to Atlantis, the city of a thousand secrets.

At my strong plea, we ended our journey in Athens and began chasing the birds of the sky. During this time, Theseus always wanted me to return, because Atlantis was a place that no one had ever visited.

On the thirty-day day after we followed the birds of the sky, we saw the basalt pillars in the west. They were enveloped in a thick fog and could not see the scene behind the pillars, nor could they see their tops

Some even say that they reach the sky. Theseus began to beg me again to turn back, but I completely ignored him, only fantasizing that the singers and organists from beyond the basalt pillars were far more willing than the sweetest melodies in Athens.

It sounded like a compliment to me, to my ability to sail the long way under the full moon to get here.

The white ship sailed in the direction from which the melody came from, past the basalt columns. When the music stopped and the fog cleared, I saw it.

It was grander than all the cities I knew and dreamed of. The minarets of the temple reach into the sky, and the cold gray walls stretch to the end of the horizon, and only a little streamer can be seen from the outside of the wall, which turns into a roof of ornate friezes and fascinating sculptures.

But in my ecstasy, the calm sea suddenly turned into a sea of raging waves. In the irresistible rapids, our sailboat was helpless and washed away to an unknown destination.

Soon, our ears were filled with the roar of falling streams, and far ahead of the horizon, a terrifying waterfall was foaming, and the waters of the world were plunging into the abyss of nothingness. Tears rolled down Theseus' cheeks.

Blindfolded with his hands, as if to dig them out of the turbulence, he said, "We have abandoned the beauty of Athens, and we will never see it again." The gods are far greater than humans, and victory always belongs to them. ”

I closed my eyes before the crash, because I didn't want to see the birds of the sky flapping their blue wings mockingly over the rapids.

After the impact was darkness, and I heard the wails of humans and non-human beings. A great storm blew from the east, and I crouched on the damp reef that rose from my feet, shivering from the cold......

…… I heard the crash again, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself on the lookout of the lighthouse, which had spent almost an eternity since I set sail.

In the darkness below, I could faintly see a dark shadow crashing into the unforgiving reef. When I looked away from the wreckage, I suddenly realized that the lighthouse had been extinguished for the first time since my grandfather started keeping watch.

As the night deepened, I climbed the lighthouse and found that the calendar on the wall was still the day I boarded the white boat. When dawn came, I went down the tower to the reef to look for the wreckage, but found only the corpse of a bird I had never seen before, the color of a clear sky, and a fragment of a mast whiter than the waves and the snow on the top of the mountain.

After that, the sea never told me its secrets again. The night when the full moon fell in the sky passed countless times, but there was no more shadow of the sails of the white ship in the south......"

Smack————————

The snapping sound of the book closing woke Linde, who had been unable to calm down for a long time, from the dream-like story.

There was silence all around, and they sat on the stage for an unknown amount of time.

"Hey, it's boring, I thought I could have something that could stand up to the test, and it was a novel for a long time." Jane sighed disdainfully, stood up from the stairs, patted the ash on her buttocks, and looked disappointed. She saw it completely differently than Linde.

Hans Christian Andersen stood on the edge of the window, the moonlight shining on its body, dyeing its feathers an eerie purple.

Linde couldn't help but shiver, and he felt a little itchy in his jaw.

The new turtleneck was just scratching, he thought, this was the first time he had worn it.

He reached out and scratched, only to feel three soft cracks.

What's the situation?! I don't know when my gills came out, why I didn't feel it at all.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Jane, who stood up, looked at Linde, who was still sitting, with a puzzled expression, a little strange.

"What are you doing, don't be scared by this little story!" She teased.

Lind put his turtleneck back together, and he stood up with his shoulders shutting down, trying to wrap his entire head around. He put the hood of his robe on again and put his hands in his pockets.

"It's just that my legs are a little stiff from freezing after sitting for too long." Linde stood up.

"Hehe, who told you to wear more." Jane smiled gloatingly, and then walked ahead with the book in her own hands. Linde crept behind with her whole body wrapped in her body.