The god lost Its power.
It did not know why, because It had lost Its memories as well.
When It decided to settle down in the forest, It encountered a beautiful creature, with snow-white fur and sky-blue eyes, quietly watching It from afar.
The god offered it goodwill.
The god liked making friends. In Its view, being able to meet friends while living in this world was a very happy thing.
Xi—it had a name of its own.
But the god did not.
Perhaps It once had one, but It had forgotten it.
However, the god did not care. At first, It had indeed agonized over it for a while, but gradually, It came to terms with it.
Maybe It had never had a name to begin with.
As the master of the forest, Xi had never had a friend before.
Friendship was precious to it, and the two became the best of friends.
The god liked to sing. Although Xi could not understand what It was singing, it would quietly listen every time.
It liked the god's singing.
Time hurried on, and many more things happened afterward.
There was joy, and there was sorrow.
Until one day, disaster descended upon the world.
To protect everything it cherished, Xi was grievously wounded. It returned to the forest at death's door and saw the god in its final moments.
"Could you... sing another song for me?"
"Xi, don't speak. You'll get better. You definitely will."
The god wept as Xi's breath in Its arms gradually weakened. Tears streaming down Its face, It softly sang the song from when the two had first met.
It was a quiet night. Pale blue moonlight spilled down. A girl in a white dress sat upon a meadow blooming with flowers, humming a melody that had