The divine nature is like the stars, and when stars fall like rain, on this day, who knows how many mortals look up to the sky, watching as a multitude of stars plummet to the mortal realm in the summer night sky.
The star shower, like a breathtaking scroll of painting, spreads across the desolate wilderness where Pandora, gazing at the starry sky, suddenly discovers that the jar in her arms seems to have vibrated.
However, it was just a momentary thing, so fleeting that she thought it might be an illusion. The magic jar quickly returned to normal.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, probably just didn't rest well."
Shaking her head lightly, Pandora, after repeatedly trying to sense any abnormalities, could detect nothing unusual about the magic jar. She could only chalk it up to a hallucination, perhaps due to her high expectations of the jar, which is why even now she could experience such illusions.
"...Fine."
