The discussions among the Little Black Hands were clearly all about the world they were summoned back to.
Gradually, from their shattered memories, they pieced together fragmented images and realized how wonderful their own world was—as brilliant as a starry sky, as clear as a lake's surface...
They couldn't help but yearn for that place...
Then they suddenly realized that the place they were returned to now was utterly pitch-dark!
Devoid of life, devoid of vitality, without a shred of amusement...
Even trying to sleep in that dark environment was nearly impossible.
It was, quite simply, a Black Cage!
"We had a world of our own too!"
"Yes, I suddenly realized our world is just as colorful. It's not any less vibrant than the world we see now."
"So, why should we stay here any longer? This just doesn't make sense."
"Indeed. Why are we still lingering around here?"
