This World Is Seriously Ill

"Turning them into those monstrous things known as [Kin]—Celestial Emissaries—doesn't mean they're alive. It's merely a projection of Daughter of the Cosmos Ebrietas's will."

"As for those pitiful, tragic human souls, Ebrietas absorbed them long ago, and they became part of her."

The man's eyes filled with mockery as he casually tossed the worn notebook beneath the candlelit pedestal.

A breeze stirred the pages, making them flutter loudly. Most of the earlier entries were hymns written in ornate language and clever prose.

Look, look, how beautiful and enchanting she is!

Her body is as perfect as though it were forged from the stars themselves. Beneath that lovely grayish-white skin, I can even see galaxies flowing through her veins!

Her eyes! Her eyes! Oh, oh, oh, even the finest craftsman in the entire world—no, the entire universe—could spend a lifetime using the purest jade and still never compare to those eyes! They were made by the Creator...

No, no, no, no one could create something so beautiful. They were forged by the cosmos—yes, that's right, the cosmos! A supreme treasure forged from tens of thousands of stars by the universe itself! No, she is the incarnation of the cosmos! The Daughter of the Cosmos!

Yes, yes! I saw it! Within those vast and boundless eyes, I saw the universe itself!!

How elegant her figure is. Not even the most graceful lady could compare to her.

When those wings of hers slowly spread open, it was as though I saw an angel walking toward me step by step along a staircase made of starlight!

With her wondrous song, capable of carrying across the other side of the cosmos, she granted salvation to us who had lost ourselves in the vortex!

Oh, her arrival made the earth tremble, the seas quake, and the