There, there is some kind of being that slowly opens its "eyes".

As if to give praise to the process of repetition and order from disorder, the appreciator opens his "eyes".

However, although it can be called praise, in the "record", it is supposed to be an existence that cannot understand feelings.

However, it is clear that feelings should not be understood, and joy cannot exist, but I feel inexplicably and very satisfied.

Wholeheartedly, bring information together and let it create itself. Like the Lord of the Creator, it is being reshaped more effectively.

Inexplicably, inexplicably, satisfied.

"She" seems to be in Bit's festival, giving praise and reaping the satisfaction that does not belong to "her".

It's like the highest gourmet, tasting the highest deliciousness.

However, even this description has a fatal flaw.

The one who praises, or the one who reaps. There is no concept of "gender" in this existence. However, there are no words to describe it.

Then, according to the gender of the body at that time, it is called "she".

legend

The first collection of information (books) in this world was brought by "her". Therefore, in ancient times, there was a strange belief that if you collected the collection (books) of information that had been spread out again, you would be able to witness the existence of "her".

Sling the bull.

No one knows better than she what nonsense this is.

But why, at this time, the "she", which should be little known, has now really appeared?

Ah, in the satisfaction and joy, there is the more incomprehensible feeling of doubt.

It was a feeling that I had never experienced when I had appeared in the world as an old woman.

The mentality that should be "heartless" is mixed with something strange. However, it's not that I have experienced the more unknowable feelings of panic. "She" just calmly, opened the "eyes" of the sky.

Then, in this way, I "saw" what I cared about.

Two middle-aged gentlemen in the form of "humans" bowed slightly to "her" in a field that ordinary people could not see.

Who is it?

I really want to ask, but I feel like I've been disturbed.

"I'm so sorry for making you bored."

The middle-aged gentleman on the left spoke.

"Who did I think it was, it turned out that it was just a fragment of information left in this world because of unwillingness."

"That's a real honor for us." The middle-aged gentleman on the right said, "Madame said, 'I don't need you to do anything, you just need to be there, and don't do anything else.'" ”

"Ma'am?"

"She" frowned slightly. As if in response to her, behind the two middle-aged gentlemen, an invisible door was opened.

The "night" that covered the sky, in the amazement of "her", poured down from behind the door.

"Night" is like a light that fills in all its parts, replacing the message that "she" left here.

"I can't stand it, I didn't expect it to be 'you' calling me."

As if deflated, "she" muttered awkwardly.

Before the poured "night" burned silently, she took a step towards the "door".

Without hesitation, without looking back, straight forward.

"Praise be to my lord." (Note: Hallelujah)

It's like walking on the road to reuniting with a former friend, and the corners of your mouth are gently curled.

It was an invitation from "Night World", but there was no reason to refuse.

Even if the situation is too surreal, isn't "she" surreal?

With just one move, "she" appeared behind the door.

In fact, there is no moving forward at all. When it comes to information, the very concept of "moving forward" is redundant. All she does is express the message of "acceptance". "Yes" or "no" is just a bit of information.

Just like that, she's already in the night world.

It's not in the form of the "supreme mystery" of the mindless, but just in the form of "she" at this time. Why?

Once again, "she" was incomprehensible about her actions.

Then, "she" fell silent.

"She" saw an old woman, holding a small book and reading aloud.

She "saw a man begging the old woman to "give me that book and let me copy it."

Memory, or record-like stuff, slowly comes to mind. Was that what "she" did? The question doesn't make sense, at least as long as someone thinks it's "her" doing, "she" has that memory.

Because "she" is "legion".

"She" even remembered that the man could only copy the contents of the book letter by letter because he could not read.

"She" watched silently, watching the man's every move. This story is like a book page by page, and the day "she" sees it, the "she" in the image of the old woman appears in front of the man's eyes again.

"She" was saying to the man, "You're doing a good job, because I have something to add." When I have done all the words, those who have chosen will be able to know them through you. ”

"She", who witnessed this scene again, closed her "eyes" for the first time.

Is there really such a "she"? No. It was only in the era when "she" had long been forgotten, because of another "mysterious" teaching, "she" appeared there again.

"She", who was supposed to be a person with a "heartless", was touched by this scene at this time.

At this time, the atmosphere of fiction changed.

Behind "her", the two middle-aged gentlemen who followed closely behind bent down.

The night world fell silent, and "she" opened her "eyes" again and began to cast her gaze in a certain direction.

There is the entity of "Night".

On the other side of the distance, it seems to be the "night" that is close at hand.

Cloaked in the sacred and beautiful, colors of the night, swirling in places that seemed far and near.

Just like friends, just like loved ones...... Just like a mother.

Strong as a mother, willful as a mother, gentle as a mother.

There is nothing more feminine than that, and the "night" with the form of a "mother" is there.

He once hugged his child on a cold night without firelight, and the sacred image of protecting the child was there.

Artificially deprived of sanctity, the true "Madonna" is there.

"She" didn't say a word.

has a similar role to "teach", but it is completely different from "her". The meaning of love from "Mother" is impossible for "She" to understand—it should be that.

But why do completely different "groups" become understandable at this time?

- At this time, the world of "night" made a sound.

"Welcome, 'Supreme Mystery'."

At the same time that the voice sounded directly in the sea of information, there was a strange impulse, and the words that wanted to answer suddenly rushed to the mouth.

"Thank you, Mom." - just a little bit, to say this. Resisted at the last moment.

"She" is aware. To this form, it is both a teacher and an adoptive mother.

It has nothing to do with "her" and her "supreme mysterious" posture. That's the result of the body being reverse-transmitting information to "her" at this time.

The most important part of the memory of the loss of the body at this time is the realization of it. Realized the true face of the teacher who supported her like a mother and took care of her in a place where no one else. At the same time, I realized that there would only be one person who could be regarded as a daughter by the teacher.

Also, I realized what kind of despair I was going to face.

Therefore, the body at this time was very decisive and threw away all this memory.

Although it is a memory abandoned by the body at this time, it is still preserved as a record. "She" is clear about this as the existence of the "supreme mystery" as a set (book) that brings the first message.

If you think about it, that's really pitiful-

Suddenly, "her" frowned.

Why did such an idea come to mind? For the "supreme mystery" that is supposed to be the mindless, this kind of thought obviously should not exist.

"You're confused, aren't you?"

"Night" said softly, gently.

"Yes."

There was no objection to concealment, and the "Supreme Mystery" frankly admitted.

"She" seemed to see "Night" and showed a mischievous smile.

"Don't worry, because I used to be."

"She" was silent, then spoke.

"You're fallen."

"She" simply concluded.

Indeed, both "Night" and "Mother" are different from the past. The meaning that once existed is no longer needed.

"Huh. What do you do if you say that? I'm confused, 'the supreme mystery'. ”

"She" was dumbfounded.

"She", who should be unknown at this time, has now reappeared, but it is completely different from what it used to be. I felt satisfied, I felt joy, I felt confused.

If, as "Night" says, she is just the same as she once experienced, then what?

“…… You're right, I'm probably depraved too. The world no longer needs our concept, and we are no longer what we used to be. The stakes are no longer relevant to us, we just remain here for some reason. ”

"There is no such thing. Existence is only the manifestation of information, and when the information is collected, we exist. Although the form is different, it is no different from everything in the world. ”

"Night" whispered shallowly.

No matter who it is, the essence of each other that they don't want to see is broken by the word "night".

"It's definitely not something you'll understand. What did you see before me? No, I don't want to know any of that, it's a mouthful. What exactly are you going to do compared to that? ”

"She" shook her head, unable to tell whether she felt very sorry or incredible.

"Oops, I'm just looking to care about my former friends and current students......"

"She" curled the corners of her mouth in confusion, interjecting to say what she knew in the record.

"Or is it an adopted daughter who can't be recognized?"

Ahahahaha......

It felt as if "Night" was laughing out loud there, and "she", who couldn't stand it, made a nihilistic expression and tried to perfunctory the past.

That sentence is obvious, and it is the mood information that comes from the body at this time.

"Oops, what a good thing. Sure enough, if you wait long enough, you'll always see something interesting. You see, what was once the 'supreme mystery' has now become an awkward child. ”

"Long-winded."

"She" muttered.

In front of the "night" with the concept of "mother", once the childlike attachment is revealed, there is no way to get rid of it, and I know this. But there's no way, who let the body at this time have that kind of experience? There's no way not to be affected by mood information.

Even if it is an "angel", it will change once it is influenced by other information.

"Well, just kidding." "Night" said quietly, as if something was flickering. "Until then, I want to ask you."

"Is there anything else in this world that you need to ask me for?"

In this regard, "she" was a little unimpressed, and couldn't help but say such things. But in the relationship, there is something overflowing that can't be blocked at all.

As he spoke, he was pressed against his lips by the fingers of the night.

For "Night", this is an act with deep meaning. Legend has it that when she puts her finger on her child's lips, the child forgets what she has taught. To this day, the indentation above her lips is still referred to by some as her finger marks.

For "her", memory is just a record, and naturally it will have no effect. But "Night" showed a smile that could only be described as gentle, no more like "mother", and cupped "her" cheeks with both hands.

In the world of night, the lips of the two touched lightly.

Ahh......h

It's just a shallow, one-touch kiss. "Night" removed his hands from "her" cheeks, went around behind "her" and hugged "her" tightly.

"Please, please take care of yourself."

In this world of pure consciousness where the temperature cannot be felt, "Night" whispers softly in "her".

It wasn't just a request for the "Supreme Mystery." It's also a request for "her" at this time, a girl named Harugami Jinyi.