"You are leaving?"
The store was collapsing, everything inside it dissolving into nothingness. Shard knew that this deity was about to slumber, but such a rapid farewell caught him off guard.
"Where are you headed?"
He stood in place, asking. The only part of the floor below him remained as it was. There were no grand phenomena accompanying the dissolution; everything was just leaving. It was a simple termination.
"To the Land of Void Slumber."
The God spoke.
It was a metaphorical way of speaking, and Shard didn't delve too deeply:
"How should I search for your final creation? Is there any clue?"
Everything around him faded like a color photograph losing its hues, returning to shades of black and gray. But Shard, an outlander who did not belong to this point in time, was unaffected, shielded by the power of time.
"There is no need to search intentionally; you will certainly encounter the gift box I've left behind."
The God said.
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
