When Fisher opened his eyes, it was just beginning to dawn outside. It might not have even been seven o'clock yet, but Fisher had awakened early.
The morning breeze slightly swayed the window sheer. Ever since those pollution-emitting factories had been moved away, the air in Saint Nali had greatly improved, and Fisher noticed a faint scent of rain.
It seemed that last night Saint Nali had been graced with an autumn rain, putting a final full stop to its summer.
Fisher woke up quite early today because he had had a particularly terrifying dream.
In the dream, he was knocked unconscious by Moli, who used her whale-sized massive tail, only to wake up to find himself dragged into the pitch-black abyss, with no possibility of returning to land. Then, she spoke some incomprehensible words, forcing him to procreate with her…
Although Fisher could breathe underwater, the uncomfortable feeling of chest tightness he experienced the first time still made him shudder.
