Spring turns to autumn, and time's footsteps never cease. Although dwarves live much longer than humans, this doesn't stop them from feeling sad about the rapid passage of time.
Even though the force of years hasn't left noticeable traces on Moni's face, it has made his heart gradually age. For reasons unknown, he begins to feel like he's lost a lot of vitality, like a rusty machine with only a few drops of oil—even though it can still turn, it creaks and groans without any smoothness. He once believed he would devote his entire life to fulfilling the dream of being an inventor, creating things named "Moni's Creations" with his own hands, but now it feels beyond his strength.
