The long-haired girl propped her chin with her hand, leaning casually on the stone table... She quietly watched the stone slab displayed on the table, which contained songs written by the Pasture God's followers.
Sometimes, the girl always envied other deities; their followers were always so powerful and often offered something for everyone... though not precious, sometimes even commonplace.
But whenever someone received a gift, the gods always excitedly discussed together... whether they were elves, humans, dwarfs, or giants, the children grew faster than everyone had expected.
Every time the children grew a bit, became a bit stronger, everyone always felt immense joy.
Although everyone thought she had completely fallen under the influence of the Calamity, whenever someone received a gift, they would still cautiously come to share their joy with her... there was always someone who came back to persuade her to wake up soon.
