You never know what awaits you in a couple of seconds. So I didn’t expect that by taking just one step I would end up in a place where everything was brought to the point of absurdity. Multi-colored grass, orange sun, dragons, magic—doesn’t this contradict common sense? And the selection for which the bride was number thirty, where there are only four grooms, and twenty-eight girls want to get married, isn’t an absurd situation? It’s all good figure out. What if this is just a figment of my sick imagination? But two handsome dragons don’t want to drag me down the aisle.