In the void of consciousness, countless stars transformed into a mirror of flowing light.
Angel looked toward the mirror. Its surface clearly reflected his current appearance, yet at the center of that shell representing the anchor point was a conspicuously bright speck of light. Like a path of light spreading through darkness, it radiated countless fine rays within, forming a complete body.
Presumably, this speck of light was the spiritual light containing consciousness that Laplace had mentioned.
Angel reached out and slowly touched the spot where the light speck lay in the mirror.
His finger did not touch anything tangible. The instant it met the mirror's surface, it passed straight through. Accompanied by ripples spreading outward, Angel felt a familiar pull.
He did not resist the pull, allowing it to carry this shell of a body into the mirror.
The moment he entered the mirror, Angel felt himself falling. All sorts of strange scenes began appearing around him—some filled with encircling stars, some mottled with light and shadow, and others with crisscrossing paths of stars... Yet as Angel continued to fall, these scenes became increasingly illusory.
When the illusion reached its end, the budding of reality began to sprout.
At that moment, Angel opened his eyes.
Then he saw a bright, full moon.
Only, this "full moon" was extremely close to him, as though it were right before his eyes.
As Angel gazed at that enormous full moon, an ancient tree wreathed in seven-colored rainbow mist slowly emerged at its center for some reason.
Angel blinked, and the great tree vanished back into the moon, as though everything he had just seen had been a figment of his imagination.
Still puzzled, Angel continued staring at the full moon. But it too slowly began to darken, as though a layer of