Time flew like a shuttle, piercing through the mist and leaving behind traces that belonged to humanity alone.
The records of the Revival Society and the Perfection Society gradually faded into oblivion.
When the last encrypted file related to them was placed in the deepest historical archives.
When the historical archives continued to update, and batches upon batches of new important materials squeezed out the space within.
When the records related to those days were demoted time and again, their importance lowered again and again.
As several wars erupted, the archives were repeatedly rebuilt and materials restored.
Many records were left behind.
What remained for the world was only the legends, tales, and unofficial histories passed around among the people.
Imperial Calendar, year 11283.
Golden sunlight shone upon the beach.
On the bright yellow sands, the volleyball in the hands of a beautiful young girl with long black hair and a black bikini accidentally rolled away.
The ball rolled and rolled, slowly bumping into the feet of a woman with waist-length emerald-green hair.
"Sorry." The girl hurried over and picked up the volleyball, glancing from the corner of her eye at the woman before her.
Ever since the ban on genetic modification had been enacted five hundred years ago, there had been more and more natural humans.
Meanwhile, people with colorful hair—the kind more likely to appear after genetic adjustment—had become increasingly rare.
Yet the green-haired woman before her did not seem to possess the artificial unnaturalness of genetic modification.
Her snow-white skin gleamed with an ivory-soft radiance. Simply standing there, she naturally gave off an air of laziness and composure, a sense of tolerance as vast as the sea.
Gentleness.
That was the only impression the green-haired woman gave others.
Hearing the black-haired girl apologize, the woman pressed down