It's finally here.
As the dense starlight around gradually thinned and revealed the pitch-black night sky, Leon on the back of the bull couldn't help but clench his fists, feeling a rare twinge of anxiety in his heart.
Time on the Old Soil is too chaotic. I've only been here for a little over ten months, but in the present world, nearly three years might have passed. Three years apart, I wonder if Anna and the others have changed, and there's that son I've never met...
"Moo?"
Sensing Leon's homesickness, the old yellow bull flipped its eyes, with a cigarette in its mouth, and mooed a few comforting words, then briskly trotted towards the star gate's designated exit, dragging the massive pure white soil behind.
With the old yellow bull's pace quickening, the already sparse starlight began to rapidly dissipate, indicating that the scattered stardust forming the star gate had completed its task and was gradually being "left" behind.
