In the night of Rugs, the sea level drops to the floor, growing soft carpets and cushions, relaxing the warmth of music in this small world.

A small lighthouse in the waves was a resting post. Put down your body weight, and temporarily put down your brain's bags, and wander through the microwave electronics at the right temperature of the water. You can be a cat, a fish, or even a tiny worm on the carpet, lying in a pleasant package.