Afternoon had passed, and sunlight sprinkled across the flower fields. Looking towards the horizon, a sea of endless golden flowers stretched out, with a cool breeze brushing gently; it was probably late spring now.
Crowley leaned against the oak tree, gazing at the distant flower field. The air was filled with a sweet fragrance, a scene that had always existed in a secluded corner of his mind. He couldn't recall how long it had been since he last returned to this place.
This was not Oak City, and those people wearing golden masks were no longer here.
After thousands of years, Crowley finally had the chance to rest, no longer needing to serve under the King of Gold's rule or worry about potential betrayers. Instead, he could live as someone named Crowley.
Life flashing before one's eyes.
This phrase surfaced in Crowley's mind.
