"I dreamed of a scorched wasteland, of a new bud breaking through the earth. It bloomed toward the morning sun and whispered softly to me..."
"I dreamed of the sea boiling, the atmosphere vanishing, satellites falling one after another into the vortex of gravity, our sun swelling savagely and mercilessly devouring its children..."
Life and death—perhaps this was the simplest definition of "life."
Three hundred years of time, a fleeting ascent to godhood. One life withering in exchange for another's revival. It was fair, and it was reasonable.
As a mere mortal, with his body as the vessel, he naturally could not withstand the concept stripped away by an Aeon.
His body would be torn apart beneath the impact of countless imaginary forces.
Yet that fleeting instant was enough for him to deceive the so-called rules of the human world.
At the end of that life, the path extended by the Subspace Crystal Lattice Structure led to the other side of death.
He reached out, crossed the Insect Empress's shell, touched the branches where "life" sprouted, and poured his final consciousness into them.
The symphony of life stirred the rhythm of the cosmos. The branches of "life" pierced through the rotten body of "Propagation," and pierced through His body as well.
In that darkest hour, when all sounds had fallen silent, He called back that final dim firefly. Yet as "life" rapidly withered away, He slowly, silently fell toward the tranquil star sea.
Like smoke rising, like water sinking, waiting for darkness to draw near.
Firefly had a dream from long ago. In the dream, she fell into the deep sea, sinking deeper and deeper. The darkness thickened until she could no longer see anything...
Until a star sea filled her vision. She saw someone standing alone amid the