C233 Thrush

I was once again snuck into a dream by the Imperial Soul. I rode on a flying war horse with the Imperial Soul.

I was wearing boots, my long hair was flying behind my head, and I was dressed in a plain white robe.

The robe was embroidered with dark brown silk threads, which had been used to weave the quirky branches and the peach-colored silk threads to weave the plum blossoms