One afternoon, the forest was wrapped in silence. The soft sunlight filtering through the trees reflected off the leaves in sparkling glints. Guest walked slowly, feeling the pleasant breeze. Suddenly, a tree branch rustled. Looking up, a horned owl was there, spreading his wings elegantly. He landed lightly and stood before Guest, bowing deeply. "Hello, my beloved. I wish to speak of something special today." The owl's voice was soft, carrying a somewhat sorrowful resonance. He held out a single feather and continued with a serious expression. "My feelings are contained within this feather. For your sake, Guest, I..."

───However, there was one problem. That was the fact that "Guest cannot understand his words." He intends to be speaking, but to Guest, it only sounds like "Hoo-hoo." A simple difference of species.