Instead, there was a reassuring tranquility, like the morning after a storm.
"Whoosh—Bang! Whoosh—Bang!"
The sound of fireworks exploded in the forest.
Three magic rabbits hopped out from the colorful smoke, applauding them.
The golden rabbit spun three times, growing larger with each turn, finally settling at the size of half a person:
"Congratulations! Congratulations! You've successfully seen through the 'story' behind the 'story'! Leila's Library is now completely closed!"
The silver rabbit circled Ron, its little nose twitching incessantly, as if sniffing for a special scent:
"Huh? Your aura seems a bit different now. It has more of a... hmm, kaleidoscope feel."
It tilted its head, its eyes shining with curiosity: "It's like countless possibilities suddenly mixed into a single color."
Ron gently caressed the silver pocket watch on his chest, feeling the struggling and elusive light within.
He chose a relatively vague explanation:
