—It was a beautiful flower garden, its surface entirely covered in white. A world blanketed in pure white Dutch clover. I was sitting in the center of a beautiful flower garden untainted by any impurity. My gaze was turned to the bunch of clover I had plucked, and I was moving my small fingers with all my might. But they simply refused to move as I wished. They made loops of the unyielding stems and passed them through those, but they would not do so smoothly. —Humph... "Done!" "Ooh..." —It was a beautifully woven crown of flowers.