In the underground beneath the desert, after the commotion had passed, the Skeleton, who had been admiring the clear night sky, smiled at the scene of the sky he had encountered after such a long time.

“How fascinating. Was the night sky always this beautiful?”

The night sky, as engraved in the memories given by the original, had always been a symbol of endless misfortune. So why was the night in the present world so sparkling?

Perhaps the original didn’t want me to be curious about the world outside.

If I were curious about the external scenery, I might try …