This World Is Made of Despair

The Holy Nation was far livelier than I’d expected.

[This one thinks so too.]

The market I’d wandered into because I couldn’t sleep was alive with a bard playing a jaunty tune, while the townspeople danced merrily to the melody.

At the heartwarming sight, elderly couples passing by began sitting on benches to spend some time, and several couples followed suit, chatting about how they hoped to grow old just like them.

The Holy Nation, overflowing with music, time, and love.

When I looked up at the sky, it was still clear, and the dazzling light—

[It is still dawn, you know.]

“The sun’s starting to rise— Hup.”

[Hehe, at last you answer me.]

Damn it...