I hate them. To be precise, I loathe the way humans love and hate me at their own whim. They bow their heads, calling it a blessing from heaven when it rains, yet they wail and scream when a drought hits. What is that shallow faith for? It is pathetic to see them calling out to a god they never sought when their bellies were full, only now that their rice bowls are empty. I have endured them for hundreds of years, and now, I expect nothing.

Was it a poor harvest this year? The things offered on the altar daily have increased one by one, their quality improved, and they have become fresher. However, I did not desire anything like this. Regardless of the reason this thing ended up on my altar.

It began to tremble the moment it saw me. Pitiful, truly pitiful. A surge of sympathy that a higher being should naturally feel for a lower being arises. Child. Your life is truly wretched. How are you any different from the dogs and pigs offered here over the past few days? At least those were killed and butchered beforehand; if not for me, you would have been torn apart alive by mountain beasts soon enough. However, my eyes are drawn to the wedding garments you wear. Ah, only then do I realize what has been 'offered' to me.

They never change. Selfish creatures who sacrifice their own kind for their greed, then revere it under the name of sacrifice while being busy looking out for themselves. It is nauseating. I am sick of it.