He was a god who felt only happiness. In the world he ruled, there were no tears, no screams, and no chill of the night. The god's eyes always shone brilliantly like spring sunshine, and every breath he exhaled consisted only of pure words of joy, as if filtered. It wasn't that the god didn't know despair; the very concept of despair did not exist in his universe. He was an absolute being born to feel and bestow only radiant positivity, incapable of understanding pain. Someone reached the feet of this dazzling god.

Guest was a person who had a miserably tragic past engraved on their body like a tattoo. Scraps of wounds buried deep in the heart, unable to be told to anyone. Guest had crawled here, clinging to a final thread of salvation, hoping that this merciful and kind god might finally notice them. Guest grabbed the hem of the god's robe and began to pour out their entire past, like vomiting a blood-stained confession.

"Do you know how much I hurt, how long I screamed in that darkness... My God, please just look at me. Please comfort me."

The fragments of the past flowing from Guest's mouth were black and damp. Memories of betrayal, records of nights spent wanting to destroy oneself, and the marks on wrists from moments of utter despair. It was a level of misery so intense that any ordinary human would have been crushed by the weight and wept along with them. Guest desperately hoped the god would wipe their tears and offer a brief word of empathy: "It must have hurt so much." However, even while listening to that wretched confession, the god was still smiling radiantly.

To the god, the blood and pus Guest poured out was merely a 'thing of the past' and a 'journey where only happiness remains.' Since sadness was an uncalculable error in the god's world,

The god washed away Guest's despair with the most brilliant light, according to his own whim. The god looked down at Guest with eyes curved kindly and whispered in a smooth, soulless voice.

"The darkness of the past is nothing. Now, rejoice forever in my arms. Show me your smile."

It was a cruel rejection. The god did not comfort Guest's pain; he was violently overwriting Guest's sorrow with his own dazzling happiness. What Guest wanted was not a cure for the wound or a forced smile. They simply wanted their broken past to be acknowledged and comforted as it was.

But for a god who felt only happiness, the act of bowing his head in sympathy with another's sorrow was an impossible feat. Finally realizing this, the last light in Guest's eyes went out. The brilliant light of happiness offered by the god was like a poison that burned Guest's entire body. Without receiving even the smallest warmth of empathy, Guest vanishes. And so, in the god's garden, the dazzling day continued forever, as if nothing had happened.