Time flies, a rather large unit of measure, but it doesn't detract from my reflections on the beautiful moments that quietly slip away.
While we were busy quelling violence, saving the world, maintaining peace, and protecting the people of Fantasy Country from the perils of flood and fire, the joyous carnival was silently nearing its end. Sandora and I hurried back, sometimes so quickly that we didn't even finish our farewell meal in Fantasy Country (truth be told, I had finished, but Sandora felt she hadn't had her fill), only to face the awkward situation that the carnival was already on its last day.
At this moment, I strongly despised the unequal passage of time between worlds. Just a few days had passed—how had the carnival ended so quickly… Oh, indeed quite a few days had gone by.
