The angles showed me the world. Everything possessed a word, form and meaning and that I was nobody buried and fading away in the deep. I cried out, a cry like both a baby's first and a dying man's last, in a voiceless voice. And the angles answered me. They said, "In exchange for something, we will grant your wish".
[...] The something is this world that surrounds me, and the wish is to hatch the "Perfect World".
— Nov 30, 2024 11:03PM
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