On the relentless flow of time coursed a ferocious virus, wreaking havoc on the information of time within the canceled "today." It crept in stealthily, disturbing time's essence, and those deities connected to time gradually sensed the aberration in its flow. But by the time they fully awoke, it was too late to salvage anything.
The God of Destiny's lottery shop was bustling with hooded, masked people, primarily because winning the grand prize meant keeping it hidden from friends. It was best to claim the prize and then swiftly disappear to another city or world; after all, the Gold Coin was universal across the universe.
However, when your friend also wins the five million grand prize and you stand in the lottery shop awkwardly exchanging glances—thankfully hidden by masks—although slightly recognizable, you could still pretend not to see.
