In a certain place,
there was a girl.
She was the embodiment of truth itself, capable of accomplishing anything and fulfilling everything.
If she whispered for life to arrive, life would quietly blossom. If she wished for death, the valley of death would emerge. It could be said that she was connected to this world, and this world was likewise connected to her.
In this world, she was nearly omniscient and omnipotent. It was an authority that even the gods of old had never possessed.
There were no secrets in her eyes. The past, present, and future were like a flowing river. The past was the present, and the future was also the present. There were no surprises or expectations in her life; she could see its end at a glance.
To make life more enjoyable, she set a rule for herself.
Do not look at her own future.
The girl placed limits upon her own great power. Omniscience and omnipotence were nothing but burdens to her; such a life would only make her wither away.
The facts proved that she had been right. Omniscience and omnipotence could even make life itself seem boring. If things continued like this, the girl would surely die.
At least, no longer being omniscient allowed her to breathe a little easier and do certain things. For example, when she woke each morning, she could listen to the birds singing outside, gaze up at the clear blue sky, and follow her father's instructions to use magecraft for this and that.
Though she could completely master any of those spells with a single glance.
There was also her newborn younger sister. Poking her soft cheeks with a finger felt like touching cotton. Though she still could not cry or laugh heartily like their father and mother,