"The old horse followed the departed soul and left, and the soul's departure caused the boatman to change direction, carrying you to the safety of the opposite shore. When the dawn of the third day arose, you, who had stayed awake all night, realized that the departed companion could never return. You disembarked at the small dock, and before you lay an endless scorching desert."
"Sorry, I have a question!"
The voice of Shard emerged amidst the deity's deliberate pause. The people who were listening intently to the story turned to him, then saw the man covered in golden cracks sitting on a cushion holding a cat. The silver cat had disappeared, and the orange and white Mia, held in Shard's arms, squirmed her head and squinted her eyes, looking very comfortable:
"I know I will change back at the dawn of the third day, just as I abruptly returned to this form just now. But why am I dressed? Oh, I'm not a pervert, I mean, this magic potion doesn't have the effect of clothing people."
