When Kroya's symphony rang out...
In the lake behind Reef Island...
The mushroom surrounded by Prayer Light Fireflies suddenly stirred. The angel atop it opened their eyes, light shimmering within them.
They glanced toward the sea.
The platinum radiance in their eyes seemed to disregard the distance between them, reflecting Kroya's figure in their sacred gaze.
They murmured, "The Poem of the First Source... no, only the sun."
They seemed to have known this for a long time, but now that it had been further confirmed, a rare trace of excitement appeared on their face.
Even when the supreme treasure had still been there, using the Myriad Worlds Viewing Art to find someone practicing the Poem of the First Source had been no easy feat.
They had never expected to find one here.
Even if he had only one movement, that still made him extraordinarily special.
"He must not be discovered."
The angel extended a finger and gently traced a line before them.
Platinum light immediately sliced through the hazy veil of moonlight, drawing a tiny iris from the garden that the moonlight had yet to envelop.
The iris was a sacred platinum color. Faint light refracted off its curved petals, which overlapped in layer upon layer, each delicate and symmetrical.
"May you be free and behold the light."
Taking the flower from that garden seemed to have consumed far too much of their strength. They merely tossed it into the distance.
Then they collapsed onto the mushroom.
Their eyes remained fixed on the deeper waters.
"The merfolk... helped me, but also made it impossible for me to influence the present world so deeply. The unfolding of infinite space and the construction of the Law of Causality.
"That tree..."
They took two ragged breaths before succumbing to sleep, curled atop