"A way?"
"Yes, as long as we sincerely worship the deity, we won't be hungry, and everything will get better."
"What are you... talking about?" Yamada Hiromu felt a wave of unease.
"Can't you see? There—" Ms. Asano extended her finger, pointing to the gray sky outside the corridor window, "such a magnificent bird shrine, it's a miracle. As long as we worship... everything will get better."
Yamada Hiromu looked in the direction she was pointing, seeing only a sky still shrouded in dark clouds, with ashes falling like snow, nothing else was there.
As he marveled and felt uneasy about this, Ms. Asano had quietly walked past him.
And just as Yamada Hiromu was surprised by this, Ms. Asano had already left his side.
"Where are you... going?"
"I want to share this good news with everyone in the building..." The old woman's voice gradually faded, carrying a strangely calm emptiness, "As long as we worship, everything will get better."
