He felt that there was a slight problem with his energy, for he didn't walk far on the island before feeling tired.
He saw a big tree casting a cool shade below.
From his storage space, he took out a magic bed, set it up, and then lay down to sleep.
He could feel the branches swaying overhead and hear the birds chirping.
The sun seemed to remain at the same height, but time was genuinely passing.
Even with his eyes closed, he felt as though there was a golden star spinning above his head, located in outer space, invisible during the day due to the sun.
It wasn't the spaceship shaped like an egg, although he dearly wished it were.
Why he felt so easily exhausted here remained unclear to him.
His consciousness watched the golden star spinning, feeling somewhat rejuvenated with each rotation.
He didn't know why he had come here.
Nor did he know who the original owner of the island was, or what the bird with a human head was called.
About an hour later, he got up.