Because the newborn plane had only just been opened up.
Its internal territory was a murky expanse.
Like an indescribable lump of sludge.
Countless concepts were continuously converging between reality and falsehood.
And the emergence of those concepts.
Brought even more changes to this place.
However.
For the time being.
The only thing here with a physical form was the Worldview Configurator.
It was still rapidly spitting out bubbles through its exhaust pipe.
And in the distant future.
Countless living beings would regard this scene as the original Creator deep in thought.
Among them.
Those continuously expelled bubbles would be imagined as the Creator's endlessly blossoming thoughts and ideas.
All that could be said was that, while the speculation was somewhat baffling.
It was still understandable.
Just like how Orsaga's occasional fits of madness and habit of stirring up trouble for no reason often seemed deeply meaningful in the eyes of all sorts of lore enthusiasts and theologians...
Those people would often make up a whole pile of bizarre reasons and intentions for him.
Trying to prove from every angle that everything he did was carefully considered and full of significance.
If you could not understand the meaning behind it, it merely meant you were not mature or wise enough—too young, too simple, sometimes naïve!!
But in reality.
He was genuinely just having a fit of madness...
Even he himself had no idea what he meant by it.
The overall situation could be compared to a reading-comprehension question: In the dead fish eyes, a strange gleam shimmered.
What did that gleam represent?
What did that fish represent?
Why was the word "strange" used as a modifier?
Even if you asked the author such questions, you would probably only get one response: How the fuck would I know?
As for what