That night. I raised my sluggish body and descended to the basement.
Since I had just moved in, right now there was nothing in the underground cellar. There were just a small number of shelves left around, and it was a pretty sorry state.
I walked towards the back of the room, and reached out my hand towards the concealed door that the craftsman had fixed.
--Before-- A door that would creak 'kii kii' when opened. Though it was meant to be a concealed door, there were stains around it, and its existence became obvious once there was some light. ---
--After-- The metal parts responsible for opening and closing were new and properly oiled, so the door opened without a single sound. The cellar walls were also of new material, and noone would be able to tell that there was a door there. ---
The door quietly opened to reveal a space. Quietly sitting inside was a household shrine. It was a small shrine made of unpainted wood. The altar was made of lustrous, black stone, and a holy relic was enshrined there.
That filthy workshop had been cleaned up, and transformed into a sublime, and divine space.
In the night when everything else had fallen asleep, in this newly consecrated holy ground, I offered my prayers to god.