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— Koumi Shrine —[/center]

Donald sat on a bench with a cup of some sort of hot drink that he wasn't entirely sure of the name of. The old man had long since moved away from the choking crowds and now sat on a bench that gave him a good view of the sky. For several minutes he entertained the thought of taking the area around the shrine as his own. It was a mere idea though, and such a thing would perhaps ruin the atmosphere. The old man took a sip of the drink and looked back up at the sky before soon drifting off to sleep.

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He awoke to a sky that was entirely unlike the one he had been gazing at. It took a second for his sleep addled mind to realize that it wasn't just the lights from the festival or the fireworks but that Donald wasn't where he had been before. He stood up, dropping the, now cold, drink on the ground. He put a hand into his pocket and turned his back on the sky to face the shrine. Well there was no point in panicking and little chance of rescue so it would be best to find out what was going on for himself.

The man walked towards the shrine with a faintly bemused expression on his face, humming thoughtfully to himself.