The state of a higher-dimensional narrator ultimately depended entirely on the individual.
Just as Little Griseo loved painting, she sometimes viewed the world as though it were a painting—with pigments and colors, so plain, so pure.
Then!
Once she entered a higher-dimensional state,
and wanted to influence the entire world,
even its very foundation—to directly rewrite reality...
she represented all things in the form of a painting.
It was as though her inner world had infected everything around her!
So it was no longer anything difficult to accept...
But!
At this moment, everything in reality—every single thing—had transformed into a gathering of pigments.
It was color, and it was line.
It was as though they were looking at the most bizarre, damaged oil painting in a silent ancient castle.
That spine-chilling feeling... was awe born from the depths of their hearts.
It was not just Anna.
Many people across the world watched this scene through satellites. For a moment, they felt as though they had seen the true Goddess, seen the world, seen the origin of all things, and seen the end of everything...
It was as though an infinite amount of information, from the Big Bang to the present, had slammed into their minds meaninglessly.
Impossible to understand! Impossible to explain!
Their minds were completely blank...
As though they had been forcibly frozen in place.
They watched—simply watched.
They watched Grey Xiu raise her right hand, dazzling light shining from her palm.
As though the Goddess had exchanged heaven and earth.
All things were twisting.
Space and time were turning upside down...
Like a river suddenly ceasing to flow downhill and instead surging upstream toward the heavens in a terrifying reversal.
Even though it was utterly unreasonable,
it somehow seemed as though it was exactly how things should be.