A Miracle Descended

Landon Star

Mu Dad Mu Mom on the street corner, clutching a stack of missing person posters that were already worn and tattered from being flipped through so many times, asking everyone they met:

"Hello, have you seen my son?"

The responses I received were all the same.

A shake of the head, a wave of the hand, a hurried "Never seen you before," or an awkward silence...

They had long been accustomed to this disappointment, yet they had never learned to become numb to it.

Hope is sometimes the most torturous thing in the world.

They exchanged a glance and sighed.

I only noticed how exceptionally blue the sky was when I looked up at it by chance.

The sky over Landon Star was unusually clear and blue.

Sunlight pierced through the gray industrial smog, bathing the entire street in golden light.

The last time I saw something like this was probably when they were little.

Back then, industrial pollution on Landon Star wasn't so severe, and you could occasionally see skies like that.

But after their child was born, they never saw him again.

Mu Dad Mu Mom their gaze from the exceptionally blue sky to the missing person poster in their hands, and their hearts ached once more.

Each time they returned empty-handed, the two of them would silently walk back to their desolate home.

When the door is opened, Mu Mom always stands at the door for a while longer.

It was as if this would allow them to wait for the figure who should have run out of the house to greet them.

They went home earlier than usual today.

When I arrived at my doorstep, the sky was already dusky, but there was still a glimmer of light reluctant to fade.

Mu Dad was walking ahead when he suddenly stopped.

The door to the house was open, just ajar, and the lights inside were on, casting a warm yellow glow through the crack.

Besides the couple, only Mu Li can open this door.

The missing person poster in Mu Dad's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

They rushed in almost simultaneously.

The house was empty, the kitchen stove was cold... The chairs in the living room were still in the same position they had left in, and the wind blew the curtains, letting in the dim sunlight from outside.

Hope was suddenly dashed.

The two felt as if they were standing on an abyss with no Abyss in sight.

Mu Mom's legs went weak, and she leaned against the back of the door, slowly sliding down the door panel to sit down.

At this moment, her heart was filled with despair, and she whispered, "Mu'er, Mommy misses you so much."

Mu Dad squatted down on the ground, his arms supporting his knees.

Just then, a call came from afar.

"Dad--Mom--"

Mu Li was running wildly in their direction.

He's been back for a while now.

However, he immediately went to his parents' workplace to look for them, only to be told that both of them had resigned.

As he walked back, he saw that the streets were plastered with missing person posters bearing his own photo, one after another, covering telephone poles, bulletin boards, and overpass railings...

Including the time spent on the road, he had only disappeared for a few days.

Mu Li a pang of sadness and turned to run away.

Turn a street corner.

He immediately spotted Mu Mom leaning against the door and Mu Dad kneeling on the ground.

When Mu Dad's Mu Mom heard that call, they initially thought it was a hallucination. They had heard it so many times lately—countless times they thought they saw their son's face in crowds, countless times they woke up in the middle of the night thinking they heard his voice, countless times...

But this time, the sound didn't dissipate; instead, it grew closer and clearer.

They looked up and gazed over.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, their son was running towards them.

"Dad, am I seeing things again?"

Mu Mom stared blankly at the approaching figure, afraid to blink, lest the whole thing shatter in the blink of an eye. Her hand trembled as she reached out and grabbed Mu Dad's arm.

Mu Dad's lips trembled.

He slowly stood up from the ground.

Dusk crept in through the doorway, casting a long shadow of their son on the ground.

The shadow stumbled and staggered as it ran. Finally, it opened its arms and hugged both of them tightly.

It's not a hallucination.

Mu Mom finally broke down in tears and hugged Mu Li tightly.

Mu Dad wrapped his arm around her from the other side, pulling the mother and son into his embrace.

His forehead rested against his son's shoulder, which trembled silently.

This isn't a dream.

It's true.

Outside the door, the sky Landon Star was bathed in a gentle orange-red glow from the setting sun.

That rare and beautiful scenery has not yet faded away.

"How can a happy ending be complete without a clear blue sky?"

At the top of the two-hundred-meter-high tower crane in Starport, Wuma Xiu slowly lowered his hand.

The evening breeze blew from the direction of the industrial area, carrying the scent of machine oil and metal, and brushed against his waist-length black hair.

The Evil God stood silently half a step behind Wuma Xiu, his dark Robes motionless in the wind. Their figures were reflected in the thousands of lights that gradually lit up at their feet, but not a single light could illuminate them.

Wuma Xiu gazed at the door, embraced by both twilight and warm light, and at the family of three tightly bound together.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

The Evil God, standing beside him, nodded immediately upon hearing this.

He wasn't sure if Wuma Xiu had seen the movement.

So the Evil God tapped twice more heavily and added:

"Yes."

Wuma Xiu withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly.

Those eyes swept over the gray planet beneath their feet.

The persistent industrial fumes hang over the city like a dirty blanket.

Muddy wastewater flowed in the drainage ditches on both sides of the street.

In the distance, the mining pits have left countless scars on the earth.

"However, the environment on this little planet is really terrible."

The Goddess of Beauty is not one to prefer a low Gods.

He raised his right hand, his slender fingers clenching lightly in the air, as if grasping some invisible thread. Then he waved his hand with a graceful yet nonchalant gesture, as if splashing gold dust onto a somber canvas.

A powerful and unrestrained Divine Power erupted from his body.

Without concealing or hiding, without concealing or hiding.

He wants to turn the entire planet into his canvas.

The goal is to make sure everyone sees it and remembers it.

This was not some quiet act of charity, but a gift from Him, the Goddess of Beauty.

In an instant, it was as if an invisible hand had lifted the gray lid from the entire sky.

Golden aurora borealis poured down from the zenith.

Like a waterfall, like brocade.

Immediately afterwards, countless golden specks of light drifted down from the clouds.

It was everywhere.

It was as if a grand golden celebration was being held between heaven and earth.

Each point of light shone with a dazzling brilliance.

When they fall on the street, they bloom into tiny golden flowers; when they fall on the rooftops, they dye the entire tile surface a flowing gold; when they fall on the exposed rock walls of the mining area, they look like specks of gold dust embedded in them...

The entire Landon Star was destroyed in just a few breaths.

From a drab, industrial Abandoned Planet, it has been transformed into a Flowing Light, dreamlike stage.

The Starfolk of Landon Star have lived on this planet for far too long.

They had long been accustomed to the gray sky, the gray buildings, and the gray life.

But when the first golden snowflake drifted into their view, they stopped and put down their tools.

They poured out of the factory, ran out of the alleyways, and peeked out from under the low eaves.

Their eyes reflected the golden rain falling from the sky, their lips parted slightly, but they forgot how to express their amazement.

A child, so thin he was almost skin and bones, stood on the side of the street, Shengsheng reaching out his hand to catch a falling golden ray of light.

The light spun twice in her palm.

Suddenly, it transformed into a translucent golden butterfly, fluttering its wings and flying up, circling twice around her fingertip.

Then it landed on her hair, like a tiny hair accessory.

The child's eyes widened, and a smile that had never appeared before since birth blossomed on his dirty face:

"So beautiful!"