The door hasn't been opened or shut.
The bed isn't disorderly at all.
Even the ceiling is clean. I doubt even a mote of dust would fall from there.
That can only leave one thing.
The potted plants.
There you go.
The number of potted plants is different......no that's not quite it.
There doesn't seem to have been an increase or a decrease.
However the sense of foreboding is definitely coming from here.
It was then, at that moment.
A strong light shone into the windowsill, when the sun had reappeared from behind the clouds.
Clink, Clink!
"Wha-!"
The smallest of the potted plants shook.
The plant that had been growing there began to move about in a meandering way.
Wiggling its body around so that its whole body would be absorbed in the sunlight.
Whenever the plant moved, then the pot it was planted in would move, and that was what was causing the noise.
So this little guy was the true source of the sound.
However....
"What the heck is this?"
When I timidly stuck out a finger to give it a poke, the plant twisted in a surprising way.
However, when my fingertip approached, it immediately wrapped its ivy vines slowly around it.
I hurriedly removed my finger.
And the plant, as if nothing happened, resumed its sunbathing.
"A moving plant……?"
How strange.
Will it by chance dance as well when I sing a song?
"……"
All joking aside.
I seem to remember a plant like this.
Yeah, I've seen it many times now.
This.
This guy is...
It is a Treant!