A hundred years ago, she claimed to be a god, looking down upon the mortal world.
"Mortal lives are far too short. Very well... I don't mind keeping you company for a while."
A hundred years later, her appearance is unchanged, while I have grown old and frail.
"Waaah, you promised you'd stay with me! You old corpse, pull yourself together!"
What can a mortal do in a lifetime?
Raise a chuuni girl to the seat of a god, turn a silly fox into a dependable big sister, witness a little beggar rise to become a business queen.
I once fattened up an auspicious sacred beast, and helped a fairy overcome her inner demons...
We were once the closest of friends, so why have we drifted farther and farther apart?
Companionship should be the deepest and most enduring kind of love, but in the end, I am only a mortal.
The summer festival, the falling cherry blossoms, the winter snow.
Your next birthday, and the one after that.
I won't be there for them.
May someone be there to tell you good morning, good afternoon, and good night on every day I am gone.
