The star dome was breathtaking, interwoven into a brilliant tapestry.
The campfire had died out, the earth was dark, and all things were asleep.
A humble wooden cabin, so small it held only a feather bed, with a luminous pearl as the sole source of light.
The cabin door was locked.
Until dawn, this door was impossible to open.
A man and a woman sat opposite each other, utterly unthinkable that a few days ago they were guests, and today they had become livestock, confined to a pen-like place, and even forcibly required that if they didn't complete it seven times, they were not allowed to come out.
What kind of joke was this, giving oneself a fairy, and one was supposed to act like livestock?
It was an insult to one's dignity!
