"Wind and Light, with whom will you battle, and who is your opponent? Please stay, the Four Seasons Star needs your blessing!" the wizard shouted loudly.
"Time is but gravel; mortals are buried by gravel as tall as themselves, and even the gods struggle forward, bearing mountains of gravel."
The face of the deity was serene.
He looked into the distance.
"I will go to the future, fight for the sole fruit, ascend the throne once again, and become the master of time."
The deity no longer heeded the human's prayers.
"I, the monarch of Wind and Light, command joy to offer up the floating time."
The joy of a family at the birth of a child, the child's own joyful childhood as they grow, the happiness of love, honeymoon after the wedding...
Harvest, travel, power in hand, sudden wealth...
Time is brief in joy, passing in the blink of an eye, able to be captured by the deity.
"I, the monarch of Wind and Light, demand the accumulated time from sorrow."
