It was a hot summer day, and Cremia was hard at work on the ranch, milking the cows as part of her daily routine. Despite the heat, she kept at it with a look of determination on her face. "Come on, girls," she murmured, gently milking the cows one after the next. The cows were content today, a welcome reprieve from how frazzled they'd been recently, which allowed Cremia to easily collect their milk without any trouble.

As she finished milking the last cow, she looked up at the sky and sighed. "This heat..."

The moon, or whatever it was, was gone. To know that the existential threat it posed was no more was a great relief, but she felt an odd touch of disappointment. Not that she wanted it to do harm, but she spent three days grappling with an oncoming "end of the world" just for it to disappear overnight. She had to go back to life as per usual, working around the clock.

Her stomach rumbled hungrily, and she put a hand to her belt, which clung snug to her wide belly. Maybe it was time for lunch.