"Here you go, Mr. Lighthouse." Sique tilted his palm.
...
[You've obtained (Sique's Feather Pen).]
[Sique's Feather Pen: From now on, you can "rewrite" your story.]
...
The moment Su Ming'an grasped the penholder, he felt a burst of inspiration in his mind.
A navy-blue whale brushed past him, exuding a summery sunshine aroma. Verdant greenery descended from the ceiling, with green waves flowing amidst the fragrance of wisteria.
He felt as if he was floating, inspiration flowing freely, his senses heightened. It was as if he could transform this room into an ocean in an instant, or into a forest, moonlight, a star sea, skyscrapers…
"I am the Supreme [Creator]."
Sique was also floating, still holding a teacup. Although there was no chair beneath him, he sat poised in the air. Macarons and mousse desserts floated, like Alice's dream tea party.
"As long as my imagination is sufficient, I can make apples float in the air." He smiled. The apples began to dance like elves.
