The evening sun lingered near the edge of the sky, pouring quiet golden light over the ancient mountains and clouds.
The peaks stood smooth and untouched, their forms clean and enduring beneath the fading glow.
Below, rivers flowed through the land, their surfaces flawless and still.
They held no color of their own—
only the sky reflected upon them, like endless mirrors carrying the light of dusk.
At the very top of the highest mountain stood a large wooden house.
It was built entirely of aged wood—walls, roof, steps, and beams—
no stone, no metal, only wood shaped with care and precision.
Every surface was perfectly clean, polished by time rather than weather.
All doors were closed and firmly locked.
The windows were locked with heavy wooden shutters, smooth and unmarked.
No dust gathered at the entrance.
No dirt touched the ground around it.
In front of the house stood a single tree.
Its trunk was straight and calm, its wooden body clean and unscarred.
It did not sway.
It did not rustle.
It simply stood there, rooted in silence, as ancient and still as the house itself.
The surrounding land was empty and pristine—
mountain, river, tree, and house held in perfect balance.
As the sun slowly sank beyond the distant peaks,
the rivers continued to mirror the sky,
and the wooden house and lone tree remained unmoving,
watching the evening fade into quiet stillness.
Inside, the wooden house was neat and spotless.
There were three bedrooms and one kitchen and dining hall.
The hall was decorated with wooden architects —
they looked like very beautiful and neat structures, yet each was unique, carved with delicate care.
Inside one bedroom, the atmosphere was calm and pure untouchable.
The room was decorated in pure snow white and deep sky-blue tones.
Soft curtains covered the windows on all sides.
In the corner of the room stood a very large bed, covered in pure snow-white sheets.
A ten-year-old boy slept peacefully upon it, hugging a snow-white pillow.
One pillow rested beneath his head.
One lay beside his right arm.
Another near his left side.
One by his right leg.
One by his left leg.
Five snow-white pillows in total, each unusually pure and unique.
He's half of the body was covered by a snow-white blanket.
His long hair was snow white, his skin soft and rose-colored, like a baby's.
He was very handsome.
The only sound in the room was his calm, steady breathing.
Suddenly, the door opened.
A middle-aged man entered the room.
He wore gray clothes, and his gray eyes carried a quiet depth.
His aura was unique, calm, and dignified.
In his arms, he gently held Toku, like a baby.
Toku's golden eyes blinked like tiny stars, full of mischief.
His chubby cheeks were smooth and irresistible—anyone who saw them would feel the urge to touch them.
His small golden body shone like the sun, instantly eye-catching.
When Toku noticed the sleeping boy hugging his pillow so comfortably,
his mouth twisted to one side, revealing sharp little teeth that sparkled like stars.
His face filled with playful delight.
He jumped lightly onto the bed, moving softly across it like a cat.
When he leaned close to the boy sleeping face,
Toku smiled widely—
not an innocent smile,
but a mischievous, almost evil smile.
He closed his eyes, took a small breath inside his mouth and ,
then suddenly roared directly at the boy face—
—and instantly leapt back into the middle-aged man's arms.
The boy jolted awake in shock.
His silver-blue eyes flew open as he quickly looked around the room in fear.
When he saw the middle-aged man, he did not react.
But when he lowered his gaze and saw Toku's smug face,
he instantly realized the truth.
This little puppy was the culprit behind the destruction of his beautiful sleep.
The boy exploded with anger.
Pointing his finger, he shouted,
"TOKUUU!"
Then he turned toward the middle-aged man and yelled again,
"Teacher! I'm done! I'm done! You must punish that little puppy!"
Toku was completely happy watching the boy's cute, angry expression.
But the moment he was called a little puppy,
Toku also roared angrily in response cutely.
The two of them were on the verge of fighting.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man spoke calmly,
"Enough."
Both of them immediately closed their mouths.
He looked at the boy and said,
"Totu, go and put on your clothes first. Then come to eat."
After saying this, he turned and left the room.
Totu took a deep breath,
Totu calmed himself and began to dress.
He wore pure snow-white clothes, plain in design with mysterious lines all over the clothes, smooth, beautiful, and perfectly clean.
His socks, also snow white, were soft like fresh snow, gentle to the touch.
His shoes were the same pure white, simple in form, with fine, clean lines drawn around them.
His silver-blue eyes shone like distant stars, calm and bright.
His hair was silver snow-white, smooth and shining like moonlight.
His face carried a soft rose-colored glow, delicate like a baby's skin—
handsome, flawless, and naturally charming.
Anyone who saw him for the first time would never think he was human,
nor even an immortal—
they would believe he was a handsome dall.
His body, his skin, everything about him was perfect, without flaw or blemish.
After finishing his dressing, Totu prepared the bed once more.
He carefully folded the blanket and placed it neatly at the corner.
Then he arranged the five beautiful snow-white pillows in perfect order.
Only after everything was complete did he leave the room
and walk toward the dining hall.
When Totu entered the dining hall, the air was filled with a rich aroma.
The food had already been placed neatly upon the table.
He took a deep breath, drawing in the scent.
His mouth watered instantly.
Before sitting down, Totu walked toward the backyard.
Outside, the sunlight had almost faded, and the shadows of night were slowly approaching.
Beyond the house stretched a large garden, lush and green.
Countless flowers bloomed in every color, and trees stood everywhere, clean and full of life.
To one side of the backyard, a great waterfall poured down endlessly, its waters flowing into a river below.
On the other side lay vast agricultural fields, perfectly arranged—
rows of vegetables, fruit trees of many kinds, and fertile land without a single trace of disorder.
Totu walked toward the pond beneath the waterfall.
The surface of the water was clear like a mirror.
He looked at his reflection and smiled.
He washed his face and hands, the cool water refreshing his skin.
Then, with his left hand, he lightly touched an invisible bracelet.
Instantly, a pure snow-white towel appeared from within it.
Totu took the towel and gently dried himself.
When he finished, he placed the towel back into the bracelet.
His face now felt fresh.
His eyes sparkled like stars, yet no external light reflected upon his skin—
his face itself seemed to shine naturally.
Totu turned back toward the house and returned to the dining hall.
As he walked, no dirt clung to his shoes,
no water marked his clothes.
They remained untouched,
as if the world itself could not stain him.