"[ Eternity ] -- He solidified the fragile existence within an amber-like slice of time, depriving it of the chance to fall, but also depriving it of the possibility of taking flight."
"The birds' pursuit of survival has become stagnation, rather than a process."
On Sunday's perspective, what is the essential difference between what the [ Eternity ] Emanator and Penacony's intoxicating illusion?
It's just that end-of-life care has been replaced with... [ Eternity ] imprisonment.
The Robin felt her heart clench suddenly; Sunday's analysis was like a cold blade, precisely piercing the hope that had risen in her heart for the Church of Eternity.
"Brother, at least with the help of the Church, those fledglings destined to fall have found peace in [ Eternity ], and are no longer in any pain..." Her voice trembled slightly, the Cornerstone of her faith shaking under the impact of reality.
Sunday understands this Robin; the vision of Harmony has not yet reached its end, so why not seek other forces?
It could be a new world of Eternity peace under [ Order ].
But... it must never be Paradise that belongs solely to [ Eternity ].
A Robin's eyes. "Brother, why... do you see every hand that tries to catch a falling person as weaving a new cage?"
"Tranquility?" Sunday repeated the word. "Is 'tranquility' deprived of choice, [existence] frozen in a single form, truly what the weak seek? Or is it a favor bestowed unilaterally by the strong?"
He tilted his head slightly, gazing at the enormous dome of the Reverie, woven from countless golden rays of light. The lights were dazzling, yet they cast cold, grid-like shadows in his eyes.
"The promise of ' Eternity ' sounds incredibly grand, but can it truly bear the weight of all living beings in the universe? Or will those who ultimately enter that hall still be only a few powerful individuals who have undergone an invisible 'selection'?"
"When an Eternity seat becomes another scarce resource, it will establish a more formidable Bulwark than any real-world hierarchy."
"At that time, the definition of falling will be rewritten—no longer the loss of life, but the loss of the right to enter [ Eternity ]. Those left outside the temple... are the truly abandoned 'weak'."
Sunday paused, his voice heavy as lead. "This is not salvation, Robin."
"This is the most thorough deprivation of the right to choose, and it is sanctified in the name of [ Eternity ]."
As soon as the words were spoken, the phantom of the Melodi-Dove that had once fallen to its death by the window silently circled in the gap between Sunday and the Robin's silence.
A question about flight, falling, and [ Eternity ] seems unanswerable.
Not far away, a sneer mask witnessed the siblings' argument and let out an extremely eerie laugh.
" Aha ~ Friend, your [ Eternity ] was rejected by that chicken-wing kid! This is hilarious!"
"You should change your phrase from now on. Say something like, 'Waaah~ Yite 'm so embarrassed!' Wouldn't that be more interesting?"
Ye Yan sipped his milk tea without speaking. The way of " Eternity " practiced by the world has precisely constructed the most rigorous invisible " Order ".
Just like in the Church of Eternity, the boundary between life and death is blurred, the only price being the physical state... the stagnation of time.
Perhaps, as seen on Sunday, this is another form of 'devouring'.
How is Ena any different from Harmony Xipe Order? To put it nicely, it's just replacing the word 'merge' with 'stagnation'.
The masked figure moved closer to Ye Yan. Regardless of the [ Eternity ] Aeon's thoughts, from the perspective of the two Eternity Emanator, this ultimately comes down to [ Eternity ], only that the chicken-wing-headed man didn't realize it.
As for the outcome... it doesn't matter, anyway, [ Elation ] Aha got his fun, so he didn't lose out at all! He never does anything that doesn't benefit him!
Meanwhile, within the dream bubble left by Mikhail
Misha turned his head, Curiosity looking around. A strange sense of familiarity lingered in his mind, but he couldn't remember where he was.
"This is a dream bubble, and our consciousness has entered it," Himeko explained softly, her voice exceptionally clear in the quiet environment.
"This was a gift left for the Astral Express by an Nameless, but strangely, when we opened it, we found it was empty."
" Dr. Edward from the Dreamscape Sales Store told me that dreams are formed from the condensation of Remembrance, and if the core is empty, a dream bubble cannot form."
Himeko's gaze softened as she looked at Misha: "So I think, as the hotel doorman and the person who knows Penacony best among the Astral Express's friends, Little Misha, you should be able to help us unravel this mystery?"
"Hmm, I don't know much about Dream Bubble." Misha scratched his head, looking slightly troubled, but his eyes quickly hardened. "But if you all want to figure out what this big house is, I'll try my best."
"Then I'll leave it to you."
" Himeko... I'm still very confused. Why are you so certain that Misha is related to this dream bubble?" March 7th frowned slightly and couldn't help but ask.
"I can't be sure, I just have some guesses. But since Misha feels familiar with this place... it means my guess might be correct."
Xing also felt that this place looked familiar, as if she had been here not long ago.
Welt's steady voice rang out as he adjusted his glasses. "It was here that you and Miss Firefly experienced what was called 'death'—now we know it should be called ' Dormancy '."
"Given its deep connection with Dreamflux Reef, it's quite reasonable for this scene to reappear here."
"The question now is, who brought you here? Based on the current clues, it might not be the Fool, so who he is is crucial."
Welt's gaze fell upon Misha ahead. "We're once again close to the heart of the truth. Give Misha some time; he'll surely uncover the secrets of the Dream Bubble for us."
Following Misha's lead, the group began a deeper exploration of this dream bubble. Surprisingly, Misha displayed an extraordinary familiarity with the paths and details here.
"If I remember correctly, further down that corridor, there was a warm fireplace. The Clockie and I often warmed ourselves by the fire, listening to the crackling of the wood."
"And the room on the other side is... a toy room. I like to spread everything out of the boxes on the floor and then make up stories for each of them."
"No, no, didn't I grow up on Dreamflux Reef? Then this place is...?"
Misha was momentarily confused and her thoughts were in disarray.
"This might be a phenomenon called [amnesia]. Don't worry, Little Misha, everyone forgets some parts of their past," Himeko gently comforted Misha. "But they haven't disappeared; they've just fallen into a deep sleep in the mind."
Similarly, we can retrieve them.