The Olive Tree and the Black Mailbox

A knight clad in shimmering silver armor walks with a clanking sound. Every now and then, he takes off his hard helmet and looks around, his behavior so adorable that one would never guess he was an adult.

My name is Olly. Ah, did you notice? Yes, that's right, I am that Olly. The olive tree that spent its days surrounded by animals above the clouds.
Just the other day, the guardian of the clouds cast a spell to turn me into a knight. To save the fox kits who might be trapped in the gaps between dreams, Olly is clanking his way toward a country called Curaria.

To get to Curaria, one must leap over a hundred clouds. If I were to walk, who knows when I would arrive. That is why Olly was waiting for the train at a station platform where stardust falls.

There were six things Olly had to do.
First, find the mother fox of the kits who must have fallen into the gaps between dreams.
Second, deliver a letter to the mother fox.
Third, go meet my godparent who lives in Curaria.
Fourth, ask that godparent about the "dream-eating beast."
Fifth, find the fox kits.
Sixth, take the fox kits back to their mother.

I had only ever heard of the second thing, the dream-eating beast, in legends. However, since it eats dreams, it must be able to "see" the dreams of living creatures. Olly believed that he would surely be able to find the dream where the fox kits were.

Now, wanting to do what he could before the train arrived, Olly looked around again. If the guardian was right, there should be a mailbox here. Olly intended to send a letter to a fox he knew.

The color of that mailbox is black. When I looked very, very closely at the corner of the platform, an old mailbox that collects the night was standing there all alone.
It seems that red mailboxes are the norm where humans live. However, this one seems to have been dyed the color of a dark night during a time when the sun did not reach it. Because it was exposed to meteor showers, it is tattered in many places.

On a piece of paper with the top half torn off that I received from Gota the goat, I wrote about the missing fox kits and their mother.
I don't know where the fox I know lives now, but it is a strange thing that if you put it in the mailbox, it will be delivered.

In the letter, I also copied the text of the letter from the fox kits. Believing that the two mother foxes would be found.

I wrote this for the 44th round of Mikan Katagiri's "3 Prompts for Imaginative Inspiration."

Prompts: "A station platform where stardust falls," "An old mailbox that collects the night," "If I could see you just one more time"

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