"Could it bring chaotic melodies into harmonious Musical Movements, give every life a definite place and meaning, and prevent the trampling and suffering caused by the blindness of free will?"
His gaze turned toward the deepest reaches of the Dream Bubble star sea.
There, a Dream Bubble radiating soft, steady white light as pure as dawn was slowly drifting over.
This Dream Bubble was different from the others. Its light was not dazzling, yet it carried a soothing rhythm that even made one instinctively want to obey. The patterns flowing across its surface were orderly and symmetrical.
"Look." Gofemwood's voice held an almost pious yearning. He slowly spread his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the light.
"This is the afterglow of a world once blessed by the light of Terminus, the Aeon of [Order]."
What the Dream Bubble revealed was neither passionate Trailblaze, nor obsessive, fanatical pursuit, nor twisted, uncontrolled Propagation.
The city was orderly, the streets spotless, and the people's faces calm and content. Each performed their own duty and followed their own path.
Their clothes were similar in style and soft in color, and their movements followed a coordinated rhythm.
Society operated like a precision clock. There was no conflict, no crime, and not even a trace of violent emotional fluctuation.
Conversations were quiet and restrained. Even the angles of their nods and smiles seemed to follow a standard.
Art was orderly, architecture was symmetrical, and even the natural scenery seemed carefully trimmed. Trees stood in neat rows, and the flower beds formed perfect patterns.
Everything existed in a state of perfect harmony.
"Under the dominion of [Order], everything has its place, and everything has its laws," Gofemwood explained. Pure white light reflected in his eyes, while the shifting light and shadow on his face made