BGM: Prisoner (Dawn of God)

The magpie looked at the huge black cocoon in front of him, and always felt a burst of heart palpitations, like the heartbeat feeling of watching a huge insect that was about to hatch out of the chrysalis.

It's not because of the fear of the unknown, it's not because of the unwarranted worry, it's just that things are too coincidental so far, just like the relationship between myself and Ake at that time, the guidance and dialogue again and again are like pre-arranged, and this time the thing is the same recipe and the same taste.

Something else is about to happen, something incredible is about to wake up from the smoke of the shackles, from infinite death and pain.

The harbinger of perception, the inspiration of presupposition.

Intuition.

Magpie feels like he's not confronting a creature, but some kind of iconic event, and while it doesn't feel like a conspiracy, there's an illusion that he's witnessing history.

Fate! Fate!

A story that has been weaved, a chrysalis that has been weaved.

Since there is a story, then there will be a beginning and a turn, there will be a beginning and an end, since there is a chrysalis, then it will either rot or break out into a butterfly.

No matter what kind of puzzle it is, the world will eventually be decided, and the pure melody will be remembered before you know it, until the next one begins.

Que didn't know why he just quit the battle, he felt a peace of mind in his heart, and simply sat down, not dealing with this dangerous young body.

Magpie sat on the iron-barred door like a mischievous child, black ribbons still wrapped around his fingers, hair floating in the air, and his legs swaying in mid-air.

All you have to do is wait.

When the enemy's life and death were uncertain and the danger had not been eliminated, Magpie closed his eyes as a matter of course!

Sometimes his behavior seems to others to be so childish, even incomprehensible and sick, which is also something buried deep in his personality and will not change because of external objects.

For example, he is willing to let Suzune hack himself to death without any complaints, or even feel joy.

has no reason for his closeness to Lily of the Valley, even if he doesn't have any interests, and even if it only brings trouble to himself, he can fight desperately with an invincible enemy for her sake of a one-word quarrel.

After coming to this world, he made his first god-making just because he couldn't stand it, and he didn't exert any control over his own care.

A chill suddenly filled the whole body for no reason, as if something unknown had penetrated through the gap in the clothes, and the cold touch was inexplicably quiet.

Magpie opened his eyes, and the feeling that something had changed, flickered strongly in his heart, but not danger and warning, but ...

The world has changed.

The chrysalis is still the same as the original chrysalis.

But everything else has changed, and the surroundings seem to have been copied and pasted into a new place, and at the same time they have been moved.

Here's a piece. A new world.

Obviously it looks the same, but the magpie can no longer perceive the eyes that have been focused on him, and within a hundred meters of the villa, those scattered living people who can still be perceived can now not feel any of them, even if they are observed with the naked eye.

Nothing.

Only the dead things like the building and the dust are still the same.

The chrysalis has slowly opened at some point.

The layers of black ribbons were peeling off, and the sign that something was about to be born was extremely obvious.

But no matter what comes out of the chrysalis when it is about to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, the magpie believes that it cannot be the grown version of the young body.

This kind of behavior of changing the world by stealing the day is definitely not the kind of thing that can be done by copying and power alone, strong does not mean greatness, and greatness means to a certain extent. Know-it-all!

Whether it exists forever or only for a short second, whether it is as large as the universe or as small as a quark, a great being has a transcendent nature.

And now this premonition is getting stronger and stronger.

The people of the world are the quiet world, so quiet that there is no sound, it is like a frozen picture, only the layers of ribbons are quietly peeling off. Without any struggle, they disappeared like snow in the sun, and finally, the black ribbons were all back in Magpie's hands and turned into small black sticks again.

Sitting cross-legged on the iron railing, his right elbow on his thigh, his palm supporting his head, he watched the scene in front of him with interest.

What comes out of the chrysalis does not look like a living body, but like a building block, in short, it gives people an inorganic texture.

Bouncing, active, connected, complex, simple, magical, mysterious, unknown, crazy, cool, passionate, cold, cruel, loving, dead, existing, beginning, end...

It seems to cover everything, as if it symbolizes all the bits and pieces of this world that can be perceived by us.

Although its form can be captured with the human eye, through its own knowledge and intuition, the magpie can be very clear and understand that the thing in front of him is not necessarily real, or that he has no way to see its reality with the human eye, just like something beyond this dimension, just like a one-dimensional creature looking at the fingerprints of a three-dimensional creature, and a three-dimensional creature looking at the footprints of a thirteen-dimensional creature.

Any one-sided judgment is untrue, because only a corner can be seen, not even a blind man touching an elephant, at such a time when the rules of physics and time and space lose their meaning, and perceptual imagination and rational perception are the foundation of the foothold.

To the naked eye, it is a peculiar being made of countless spheres.

These spherical things are big and small, and they are things, and there are some things in the middle, and even human society can be seen everywhere, for example, table tennis balls, basketballs, meatballs, human heads that have been cut into balls, small water droplets, iron balls, spherical soaps, the eyes of unknown creatures, spherical decorations of clay sculptures, golden bells... And in addition, there are many spheres that are difficult to understand and even impossible to put into words.

For example, the one on the left side of the middle is a tumbling mass of colorful liquid, they spray this liquid with the smell of barbecue from the inside out, and then return to the interior in a complex trajectory, forming a round sphere. Or the one directly above, which is a sphere that cannot be seen with the naked eye, but you can feel the many sounds that are being made there, and these sounds are like strange songs that go back and forth to form a sphere of sound.