"Who am I?"
"You are the sacrifice, I am the creator, and you are my guardian angel..."
I listened quietly like a puppet.
My god told me everything about the festival, but didn't say a word about the snow.
"Matsu, you just came back to me, don't let me down again."
"Yes, my Lord God." I answered clearly and blankly.
Clear because I have continued everything about Matsuri, and confused because I no longer have emotions. When he said "just now", I realized that it was for him, because I had been sleeping for ten thousand years.