In the deep part of the Mini Grim Reaper Garden, racing across the endless plains of the Caramel Canyon, I completely lost track of time.

As I sped along on the carpet made of white carp, in that moment, I was entirely immersed in the thrill of speed, forgetting everything else.

But, as with all pleasures, this too gradually shifted into boredom.

The endlessly stretching caramel plains no longer felt new, and the exhilarating rush of the wind against my face dulled.

I was starting to feel a little tired of exploring other areas of the canyon.

'It’s about time …