2207 in the Federal Calendar, September 24, Headquarters of the Spirit of the Creator Organ.

In the core area of the [Senluo Vientiane Tower].

"Chief, don't be too obsessed." A man in a white coat walked over, "This unprecedented creation cannot be accomplished overnight. ”

"It's okay, I have a hunch that she's going to be born soon." Another man in a black suit said.

"Forget it, I can't stop you, after all, this is your lifelong dream."

"Well, whatever is created, I will spend my life taking responsibility for my actions."

……

This is a fragment of memory from 600 years ago, and I still can't forget that memory.

About Memories...... Definition.

What are memories?

Haven't forgotten the past yet? Or is it a self-altering reminiscence?

Is it the existence that has never happened as long as it is forgotten, intertwined with fact and fantasy?

[In the gears of fate that are constantly advancing, the fate of the two is eternal. 】

Even if they are separated by two different planes......

Time goes back to the day the moment was born.

When did you become conscious?

When did you become conscious?

When did you become conscious?

……

I always asked countless times in the depths of my heart.

Unfortunately, the gods have no mercy on the world, and no one can answer this question.

It is always like a traveler walking on the wilderness, lost in the way of progress, wandering alone in the wind and dust.

And what devours [the moment] is the loneliness in the darkness, a kind of despair that seems to have fallen into the abyss.

...... Infested by Filth I've been longing for it.

It was an instinctive desire.

I want someone to tell me that they are...... For whom, or...... For what.

I am afraid of being forgotten by others, and I long for a ray of light that can illuminate my inner world.

With the curse of endless darkness, usher in the dawn of light.

Like, a desperate girl who has been tormented by illness will one day meet a kind angel in white who can save her.

Like, a teenager who is self-denying and self-isolated, one day a caring hand came over and wanted to be friends with him.

It's more like, the monster that was born with sin and curse was finally recognized by everyone, and they lived together in harmony from then on.

……

"It's cold, it's like ...... It's like a glacier. ”

[Moment]'s brain was groggy, and the cold, piercing feeling gradually eroded his consciousness.

What's there...... Cold-blooded to cover the whole body of the moment.

Like a deadly vine, it binds the birds that yearn for freedom.

There was a tearing pain in his chest......

How long has it been since I was born self-conscious?

Again...... Who will remember themselves.

After experiencing this kind of thing, I should be about to die immediately, and the consciousness that was finally born is also blurred......

There are only distorted scenes in sight.

This is far from satisfying for a creature without memory......

In the pitch darkness, there was no hope in the hands that had difficulty moving.

Yes...... I can't even open my eyes. Is this the end of my time?

I'm dying......

Is...... It's a short life.

At least...... At the end of the day, let me feel the warmth.

"Click......"

There was a cracking sound from the glass container in front of him.

……

That kind of voice made me feel a glimmer of hope for survival at all times.

It's like grasping a life-saving straw from a rushing river.

Legend has it that it is short-lived, fleeting, and then withering.

Beauty in a moment, eternity in a moment.

It's obviously a consciousness that is about to come to naught......

Why is he so desperate to survive?

Why do you have to reach out tenaciously even if you fall into hell?

Why do you stubbornly open your legs even if you are covered in bruises?

The mind is full of all kinds of thoughts at all times.

"Pop ......"

The glass container in front of him was full of cracks.

……

In the depths of the heart and soul, an ancient clock appeared in front of him.

The size of the ancient clock is so large that it takes up almost half of the mind.

And the Roman numerals on the clock are actually larger than the body of the hour.

It's close, but you can't get close.

The hour hand on the clock stays near the left side of "XII.", which is eleven o'clock.

The minute hand also rests on the right side of "XII.", which is close to the twelfth scale, which is fifty-nine minutes.

The second hand maintains a fixed frequency and moves clockwise from "XI." to "XII."

"Tick, tick, tick, tick......"

Time flies.

There are five seconds left until zero.

The moment remembered: the girl who had recovered had regained her health and was running happily on the vast savannah.

Four seconds to go.

I always remembered: the teenager who came out of loneliness took the initiative to reach out his hand at school and gained real friends.

The penultimate second.

I always remembered: with my own efforts, the monster that integrated into the collective found its own and just the right amount of happiness.

Count-to-last second.

I always felt that the vines that had been binding my heart before were gone.

Last second.

In front of the moment, a warm yellow light appeared in the endless black-purple space.

"Bell Bell Bell ~"

When the zero hour arrives, the hour, minute, and second hands of the clock coincide, all pointing to "XII."

At that moment, the moment finally came up with the answer he wanted.

It turns out that it is because of my own independent will that I will insist, and it turns out that I will not give up because I have been thinking constantly, and it is because of this innate belief.

"Whoa......

The glass container in front of him was completely broken.

……

At the end of time, shards of shattered glass erupted along with the transparent solution.

At the moment of birth, the center of gravity is unstable, and the body falls forward.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a wide figure hugged her.

She slowly opened her eyes and made eye contact with the person holding her in front of her.

The person in front of him has a face that has been through vicissitudes, but the sadness in his eyes is difficult to erase.

"I'm sorry,...... I'm late. ”

This comforting phrase is the first thing you hear from birth.

Tears flowed weakly from the eyes of the moment, and crystal tears slipped down the cheeks.

Tears glittered in his ethereal eyes, blurring his vision.

Always hug the figure in front of you tightly.

The figure froze, and then hugged the moment as well.

"From now on, your name will be [Moment]."

"Hmm."

Smiled sweetly at all times,

The smile is as innocent as a child.

In the year 2207 of the federal calendar, on the 24th of September, the first humanoid girl [Moment] was born.