In the vast world, buildings made from the corpses of beasts stood tall.
Atop the tallest building stood a man with horns like a ram's.
He kept his head tilted back, facing the gray sky.
The wind swept past, ruffling the long white fur covering his body.
A head poked out from the building. It, too, had a pair of ram's horns.
The person stretched his neck as far as he could, gripping the edge of the building with both hands as he called out several times to the man standing on the roof.
The man paid him no mind and murmured, "You've come back..."
They had similar appearances, yet spoke different languages. Just from the sounds, it was clear they belonged to entirely different language families.
The man lowered his head and looked down at the world below.
"I've only come back here. What a shame... Next time, I can't let the other one take control."
The man inside the building climbed out through a window. Gripping the uneven outer wall, he hauled himself up onto the roof.
A gust of wind nearly toppled him, and he had to crouch low, pressing himself against the rooftop.
He called out a few more times in strange, low-pitched syllables.
The man standing tall turned around and answered in the same language.
The man below shook his head, retraced his path, and climbed back into the building.
A strong wind swept past. Something seemed to churn endlessly in the cloudless gray sky.
The man tilted his head back once more, gazing at the sky.
"How much longer must I wait..." He exhaled, a strange glint flashing in his eyes. "Hurry up and come, next world."
September 28, 2018, 8:00 p.m.
The long week before the National Day holiday was almost over,