The star catcher blinked.

“Oh my.”

He thought he would be forever sleepy, but when he opened his eyes, he felt refreshed. Lying down, his arms, legs, and tail moved as he wished. He never thought that the pain in his joints would ever go away, even in a dream.

“...So it doesn’t seem like a dream.”

The star catcher sat up. Immediately, he was presented with an astonishing view.

“Huh…”

It was a green grassland. A gentle wind swept past, and the star catcher felt the humid but cool air on his nose. He thought his nose felt cold at first, but soon felt the warmth of the sun on his face. All was good.

The star catcher easily remembered the last conversation he had with Lakrak. The conversation seemed like it had been a dream, but at the same time so very real and vivid.

“Lakrak, you were right. This is the prairie we imagined… But there’s no stars, or houses made of stone.”

One couldn’t always get what they wished for. There was a chance that houses wouldn’t be needed at this place.

The star catcher wasn’t alone. There were other Lizardmen lying on the grass here and there, facing the sky with their eyes closed.

“Have they not woken up yet?”

The star catcher wandered around wondering whether he should wake the other Lizardmen or not. The Lizardmen looked like they were having a good sleep, so waking them up seemed rude. Among the other Lizardmen, the star catcher saw some familiar faces.

‘Oh, this...