In a temple lost among the mountains far from villages and towns, the stomping of small restless feet can be heard. The morning has hardly begun, the sun has not yet fully risen from the horizon, but all the few temple attendants are awake to greet their young deity.

There are no restrictions here, unlike in the pantheon. Aruhma can do whatever his soul desires. And people take care of him, honoring him as their idol.

The boy clings to his priest, hanging on to his spacious robes. The young deity's tail swings back and forth.

Can we go into the city today? The mortals who live at the foot of the mountain have a festival!