The Artist Who Paints Dungeon

From within the void, an eye formed.

"Good, you're still watching me closely."

Then came an ear.

"Are you asleep?"

"......."

"You're doing very well."

A brain took shape.

"Today is especially warm. This room is one of the few in the Moon Sect that gets plenty of sunlight. I thought it was sealed on all sides except the entrance, but... it feels like this space was prepared just for you."

There was the sensation of soft weight.

"Is the blanket too warm?"

Ah, so this is a blanket.

He tucked the blanket around me. He? Ah, right. Judging from the low voice, it must be an adult man. The sound I hear is someone else's voice. Alongside it, I can also hear the beating of his heart.