But when her brush fell upon Qianyi, she no longer knew what adjective to use.
Kind, gentle, brave, righteous, considerate...
These beautiful words shimmered like stars in Cyrene's mind, yet none of them seemed sufficient to encapsulate Qianyi's weighty epic.
In her eyes, Qianyi was the embodiment of all that was good. Even these very words seemed somewhat impoverished when used to describe him.
Cyrene sank into sweet yet troubled contemplation.
As a recorder, she needed a key point capable of standing against [Destruction], something that would make countless people remember at a glance—an ultimate answer sufficient to explain why Qianyi could be so steadfast, so radiant.
After countless deliberations and quickened heartbeats, Cyrene finally wrote an answer in the center of the page, solemnly and passionately. It was the end point of all her longing for every beautiful thing in the world, and the only miracle she believed could stand against the desolation of the entire universe—[Love]!
With that answer, the story as I wrote it began.
"One day, He fell from the heavens. People looked up, and thus beheld the starry sky."
"The stars and moon sent forth God's child. He was willing to become humanity's companion."
"The long wind became his carriage, the four seas became his garden, birds brought him the seeds of goodness, and a hundred flowers wove hymns of love."
"Thus was he born into the world. He walked upon the earth, grew alongside humanity, and sprouted together with the world."
Cyrene wrote with sweeping strokes, reconstructing every scene from those memories. Under her pen, she used hundreds of thousands of words to record how she had met Qianyi, how they came to know the Chrysos Heirs and became friends with those vastly different people, how they joined forces to shatter the Titans, obtained