The three projections clapped their hands in delight the moment he entered the bright room.
Unlike the previous, it felt like stepping into a playground with the multicolored painted walls. They represented personified clouds and smiling suns overlooking gentle magical beasts.
He glimpsed at the soft mattress beneath his feet, noticing old toys and dolls, further solidifying his impression.
Then, he frowned at the projections as their limbs shortened and their cheeks became fatter until three kids his age stood before him.
"See? I told you we'll find someone to play with!" One of the kids raised his fist, his red eyes sparkling.
"We're lucky we scam..." The second scratched his fiery hair and corrected himself. "Convinced a clueless kid... Ah, I missed those simpler times."
"Humph," the third snorted. "That's why Father said we'll never grow up, even if we're two thousand years old already."
Adam rolled his eyes as they argued about whose fault it was.
