The Story of an Old Skeleton

Time flew like an arrow, and the sun and moon raced like a shuttle—well, that unit was a bit grand, but it didn't stop me from lamenting how quietly the good times slipped away.

While we were busy eliminating evil, upholding justice, saving the world, maintaining peace, and protecting the people of Gensokyo from disaster, the joyous Carnival had quietly reached its end. Sandora and I rushed back without even finishing our farewell meal in Gensokyo—actually, I had finished, but Sandora believed she hadn't eaten enough—only to face the balls-crushing realization that the Carnival was already on its final day.

At that moment, I truly hated how time flowed differently between worlds. It had only been a few days, hadn't it? How had the Carnival ended so quickly... Oh. It really had been several days.

All the various festival events had ended, and today was basically the day for visitors from every world to pack their belongings, head home, and find their moms. The fifteen-day festival had satisfied all kinds of cravings. Strange experiences rarely seen in their own worlds, or existing only in fiction, along with the wondrous lives they heard about from friends in brother worlds, had left them wanting more even after half a month of festivities. Some even hoped the celebration could continue forever—the organizing committee had actually received quite a few proposals from across the Macro World. The masses had unanimously suggested that the Carnival simply never end, turning Shadow City into an eternal paradise of celebration, even a true "heavenly metropolis." Qian Qian supported that with both hands and feet raised, but Sandora and I still had no choice but to regard it as a beautiful fantasy.

Things were already wild enough normally. If every day became New Year's Day, then with the bunch