Scorchsand Moment, SoulGlad™ Audition Venue
I understand your positions.
Sunday slowly turned around, his white wings leaving a solemn silhouette in the halo of light. He glanced at the Nameless of the Astral Express and the Firefly beside him, the air thick with the heavy dust of a clash of ideologies.
"These questions are raised only to clarify one thing: Penacony's predicament cannot be saved by [ Harmony ]; what can truly build Dreamscape Paradise is only a [ Order ] that uses force against the weak."
"I know how painful it is for people to suffer, how lost they are when they are disoriented, how frustrated they are when things don't go their way... even how desperate they feel. All of this causes me pain, because it cannot be considered [happiness] at all."
Sunday's voice was steady and clear.
"We must teach the weak how to live happily, and this [living] is not the refined pursuits that celebrities and nobles talk about, but the absolute way of human existence."
Firefly pressed on, "In your opinion... what constitutes a happy life?"
"Good question." Sunday said calmly, "Human consciousness is essentially an illusion, a prison called [self-worth]. People are led astray by this illusion, commit mistakes, and the consequences are borne by external things."
When one mistake after another fills a crowd, becoming impossible to trace... these individual prisons together form a prison, governed by a natural law called "survival of the fittest."
"What I want to do is precisely this: to bring the happiness of all beings under a single [ Order ]. Only when people no longer have to make bitter choices, no longer have to confront the weaknesses of human nature, and have shed their beastly habits, can Paradise belonging to humanity be established."
Seeing March 7th blink in confusion, Sunday's tone softened slightly:
"Simply describing the idea is too abstract, so let me give a simple example. As you may know, in some worlds there exists a social system called a 'two-day weekend' or a 'three-day weekend.'"
"On their hard-won days off, people are able to escape the pressures of life and return to peace of mind."
"Only on such days can people escape the law of the jungle and live happily for those few short days. It's just a pity... that two or three days are still too short compared to a long life."
"In my view, the ideal social system should be a seven-day weekend."
Upon hearing this, Xing's pupils trembled slightly. She felt that the foundation of her beliefs had been shaken, and it was hard for her not to agree with the idea of a seven-day weekend.
People lived carefree and happy forever...
A bolt of rational lightning struck suddenly, and Xing realized that the seven-day weekend was also a kind of Eternity.
"The day after Sunday is the second, the third, and everlasting Sunday —this is the face of the new world, a day of Eternity peace and idleness."
On Sunday, we spread our arms as if embracing this dreamlike future.
"Wait a minute, didn't he just mention [ Eternity ]?"
March 7th almost got me caught up in something; could it be that Sunday was an ally?
"The concept of 'Eternity 'Little March itself is not incompatible with the idea of ' Order.' Order can be a means to reach Eternity, and Eternity can be the highest form of Order."
Welt adjusted his glasses and explained to her.
"Thus, everyone can return to their original place in Paradise." Sunday continued, his voice like a hymn:
"Some gaze at the Milky Way, intently calculating the distance between us and the lonely world [ Penacony ]; others embrace each other in a corner, free from unnecessary responsibilities..."
"Only by no longer having to endure the suffering of reality can humanity face its destined end with the highest purity and live a life full of dignity. This is [living happily]."
On Sunday, she was a perfect example of someone who could have focused the conversation on Firefly:
"Miss Firefly —you, who suffer from Entropy Loss Syndrome, must understand what this means, right?"
It must be said that Sunday's speech was indeed very successful; at least from March 7th's perspective, it was completely impeccable, with no points that could be refuted.
"Ah... it's because [ Eternity ] and [ Order ] don't conflict that we can't reply at all right now, and it might even affect Teacher Ye Yan..."
To refute " Order " is to refute " Eternity " in disguise, and there's no point of attack.
"Then... what is the price for all of this?" Firefly's cool voice broke the brief silence as she stared directly at Sunday.
"The price is insignificant, merely a personal... permanent martyrdom." Sunday tilted his head slightly. "If this Paradise is to be maintained for all, someone must fall into solitary lucidity until the end of the universe."
The Firefly caught this fatal word. "Awake... so that means the Paradise is still a dream. To step into the Paradise means to abandon reality, right?"
"This is not giving up, but transcending," Sunday said calmly. "If material things are the root of spiritual suffering, then we should overcome them."
"But in such 'happiness,' people never overcome suffering, and forever lose the opportunity to overcome difficulties. In other words... it's 'escapism.'" Firefly's voice was not loud, but every word was like a nail.
On Sunday, he slowly turned around, his face showing no anger, only a calm that understood everything.
"You can think that way, but running away isn't shameful. On the contrary, everyone has the seed of running away within them."
"Don't you think so too, Miss Firefly? Why does life sleep? Because people are afraid to wake up from their dreams."
His gaze fell on the Firefly: "But this doesn't conflict with a great cause. Only by acknowledging this can we understand the weaknesses of human nature, and thus embrace and protect them."
"I... acknowledge you as a natural leader," Firefly said. "You are filled with pessimism towards humanity, yet you still hold a negative attitude and show compassion to all beings equally."
"But I'm different from you. I live for myself. In my view, it's a matter of course for people to make choices for themselves, and it's their inherent right."
"Perhaps escapism is the nature of the weak, but who is weak... should not be defined by others."
Firefly took a step forward. "Do you also see me as a weakling?"
Sunday remained silent, its golden eyes unfathomable, offering no answer.
"I don't think so," Firefly concluded.
"But... Miss Firefly, have you overlooked a crucial point?"
After a long silence, Sunday's deep voice rang out again, breaking the almost frozen atmosphere, and an invisible pressure spread.
Sunday's gaze precisely locked onto the Firefly, dissecting the 'foundation' upon which she relied to resist:
"Without the restraint of the [ Eternity ] power, how could you possibly combat the ever-present and unstoppable [ Entropy Loss Syndrome ]?"