The dreamlike garden, bathed in soft light, was a place untouched by any worries from the world outside.

Cloud-like, cozy beds filled the endless floor, and whenever the Mini Grim Reapers hopped across them, gentle waves of softness rolled through the air.

Each step they took spread tiny ripples, like walking on a calm lake beneath the moonlight.

'So soft.'

'Warm!'

The Mini Grim Reapers gleefully leaped across the beds, their determination vibrating through the air.

When they settled on the bed, captivated by its softness, they laid there for hours, rolling around lazily.

The Mini Grim Reapers, lying down …