"So... you called me here to help me deal with Beezelbub?" Turing raised an eyebrow and slowly spoke to backdrop.

"I'm sorry, no," backdrop replied.

"That depends on your answer later," he added.

Throwing away the cigar in his hand, backdrop stood up from the sand.

He lowered his head, looking at the serene and extremely beautiful girl kneeling in front of him, causing a slight tremor in his heart.

He walked up cautiously, as if fearing something, and gently reached out to touch Turing's cheek - his actions were as delicate as touching a delicate flower or a fragile porcelain bowl.

"So much alike... those azure eyes of yours."

"I can see an entire sea ebb and flow in your eyes."

"You are more beautiful than a rising star."

Backdrop smiled, muttering softly to himself.

"What did you say?" Turing tilted her head, raising an eyebrow, indicating she didn't catch it.

"Nothing, let's get on the car."

"I'll tell you a story."

Walking towards the hovering fishing boat behind him, backdrop opened the hatch. Leaning against the deck, he reached out to Turing with his hand, inviting her to come aboard.

The distant sea shimmered with golden ripples, refracting on backdrop's hair through the sunlight like a mirage.

Turing hesitantly took backdrop's hand and boarded the boat with him.

The interior of the ship was brilliantly decorated. Each piece of furniture was made of an unknown metal, and the signal lights on them flashed faintly, resembling little creatures blinking - everything here was imbued with mysterious technology beyond Turing's comprehension.

Though not as grand as Turing had imagined, she could at least tell from the orderly furnishings that these were not something the middle or working class could afford.

Backdrop casually sat on an electric lounge chair opposite Turing, crossing his legs and waving his hand to open the holographic menu floating on the table. His fingers tapped on the dazzling menu, and the spaceship slowly started up.

Turing looked out the spaceship window, the moist and comfortable sea breeze tousled her long hair. The crystal-clear sea outside mirrored like a mirror, continually retreating, with delicate white waves gently surging in the distance, like a thin, sweet cappuccino sliding down to one's heart.

"Relax, take a seat," backdrop gestured, and a lounge chair slowly extended from the mechanical floor.

Turing glanced at the chair, then at backdrop opposite her, pursed her lips, and obediently sat down.

Watching the serene scenery outside the window and the little Turing sitting upright, backdrop's smile deepened, his thoughts drifting far, far away.

"In the east of Acadia, there exists a magical forest."

"Inhabited by a man-eating rabbit and a bald eagle."

"They had voracious appetites, needing to eat a lot every day. And it was not just animals; they ate trees, soil, rocks, and even their own flesh when extremely hungry."

"Gradually, the resources in the forest became scarce. They divided their territories and created two teams supporting themselves."

"Among them, in the team of the bald eagle, there was a girl who looked very much like you, Turing."

"She had a sweet name. Her name was Eve."

Leaning against the window of the spaceship, facing the sea breeze, backdrop gently rested his arm on the window frame and slowly tapped his fingers on the frame in rhythm with the sea breeze.

The soft tapping filled the space between them, adding a soothing romantic touch.

"Are you curious why I'm telling you about a girl like this?"

"Want to guess, what exactly did she do? Little lady."