Turqoland was unlike any place in the world. A land of myth, untouched by outsiders, where nature flourished in ways that seemed almost unreal. Towering blue-purple trees stretched toward the sky, their leaves shimmering under the golden light of day. The air was always thick with the sweet scent of flowers, carried by the gentle breeze that swept through the land.

The earth itself was rich with rare pearls, glistening under the rivers that ran crystal clear. But what truly set Turqoland apart—what made it a legend whispered in forgotten corners of the world—was its turquoise stones. No other land possessed them. They were unlike any gemstone, not just for their color but for their glow. Even in darkness, they shimmered as if alive, holding within them an unearthly light. They were identical to Ailee’s eyes—a shade so breathtaking, so unreal, that those who saw them could never forget.

At night, the land transformed into something even more magical. Fields of blue, white, and purple flowers stretched endlessly, illuminated by the flickering glow of countless fireflies. They moved like stars set adrift, painting the night with their golden light. The very air seemed enchanted, heavy with the scent of blossoms and the hush of a world untouched by cruelty.

The people of Turqoland lived in houses built from sturdy bricks, blending into the dreamlike beauty of their surroundings. But Ailee’s home was different. A simple wooden house, nestled at the edge of a forest where the flowers grew thickest and the fireflies danced most freely. A place of quiet, far from the prying eyes of those who feared him.

For Ailee, it was the only place that truly felt like home.

"Agh—! Hey, watch where you're going!" a voice erupted as a passerby collided with Ailee, who was out walking with his cherished bunny, Shosho. The stranger, clearly irritated at first, caught sight of Ailee’s mesmerizing turquoise eyes. In that moment, his annoyance gave way to a mix of humility, nervousness, and wonder.

"I…I mean… um… sorry," he stuttered, his tone wavering between apology and disbelief, before quickly turning and hurrying away.

Unmoved and expressionless as always, Ailee simply stared ahead. With deliberate care, he dabbed his shirt clean and patted Shosho, then continued on his path, his silent composure as unchanging as ever.

Shosho twitched his little nose and began darting in circles around Ailee. After a few playful laps, the bunny stopped, standing on his tiny feet and fixing Ailee with an earnest gaze, as if trying to convey an important message. Ailee, who understood Shosho’s silent cues perfectly, immediately knew what his companion desired. Without a word, he turned and walked purposefully toward a nearby brothel.