"A distinguished guest is here. I, the owner, am truly blessed."
That snowy night, orange-red lanterns swayed in front of the shop, dappled her sight.
The past identity, the present entanglement.
"It has never been true for me or your Excellency."
The long black dragon is looming, and the obsidian shines in the flames.
In the blue dreamland, three thousand deep purple ice crystals shone brightly.
"Three thousand years..."
Turning around, there was still a familiar face.