Then, love came.
Ye Yan's fingertip gently touched the Demiurge milk tea pendant, and the amber liquid instantly became warm and vibrant.
"This love is neither the rain itself, nor the dew of pity. Love is that rain, after being nourished by pity, making a [choice]."
Ye Yan's gaze fell into the depths of Demiurge's eyes, "It chose to embrace the 'imperfection' brought about by this sorrow, and chose to accept this dewdrop that made it no longer absolutely pure."
"It no longer content itself with Eternity self-existence, but chooses to pour out this unique 'drink'—a nectar infused with compassion."
It irrigates parched land, nourishes new shoots, and soothes weary travelers. With each pour, a part of it loses its Eternity form and merges into another life.
"With each fusion, its 'purity' seems to diminish."
Ye Yan looked at Demiurge, "However, it is precisely in this seemingly 'loss' and 'no longer flawless' process that something miraculous happens."
"The irrigated land blossomed, and the flowers returned their fragrance to the wind; the nourished buds grew into towering trees, their shade sheltering all living things; the comforted traveler's eyes rekindled with the light of hope..."
"These lives touched by love, a part of them—joy, gratitude, vitality... is like countless tiny specks of light, transcending time and space, quietly flowing back and merging into that first sweet rain."
Ye Yan's fingers gently traced the trajectory of the [∞] rune, and the silver-blue vortex seemed to come alive, shimmering with an even deeper and warmer light.
"I hope you understand that shattering is not annihilation, but rather the way in which Eternity takes root in every grain of dust."
"If the heart does not break, it does not know what wholeness is; if love refuses to fade, it is not Eternity."
"The rain becomes imperfect by accepting pity, and constantly loses by choosing to pour out love. But this ceaseless cycle of return grants it a more vast and abundant existence."
"This [ Eternity ] is no longer a cold stillness, but rather gains an inexhaustible power in the cycle of giving and receiving."
"Its 'heart' is born, pulsates, and grows in every proactive connection, every courageous contribution, and every embrace of 'imperfection'."
"Love... is the driving force that chooses to connect, is willing to give, and thereby enriches each other's existence."
Ye Yan's gaze gently fell on the small milk tea pendant on Demiurge's wrist. The amber liquid in the cup seemed to contain a galaxy, warm and profound.
"The 'shattering' that Cyrene spoke of might be the moment when the sweet rain chooses to pour out—it no longer adheres to its 'flawless' form."
"And the 'light' that the little fairy saw in the fragments, that 'good, bright, warm, and happy' light, is the life flame that love ignites in the connection, shining brightly on each other."
"Each 'fragment' tells a story; it is a unique mark left by 'love' in ' Eternity.'"
Demiurge knelt quietly, the confusion in his eyes like morning mist, gradually dissipating as Ye Yan spoke, and settling into a deeper contemplation.
She slowly lowered her head, gazing at the small milk tea pendant on her wrist.
The amber-colored liquid flowed slowly within, as if reflecting the scene of sweet rain and light intertwined as described by Ye Yan.
She stretched out her slender fingers and carefully touched the smooth surface of the cup, feeling a faint warmth at her fingertips.
If the creed of " Trailblaze " is about exploration, connection, establishment, and salvation, then the creed of " Eternity "... is about choice, connection, and echo.
Ye Yan's words, like fine rain, permeated the consciousness of Demiurge's rebirth.
The fragmented light and shadow that dissipated Cyrene vanished no longer seemed to signify loss, but rather a magnificent epic of using its own existence to ignite, touch, and awaken other lights.
"Choose... embrace..."
Demiurge murmured to himself, his cherry lips moving slightly as he tried to digest this enormous concept.
She recalled the feeling she had when she imitated Cyrene telling stories—that clumsy yet sincere desire to share.
I recall the 'sadness' I created in my story when the crystal flower shattered, and the subsequent 'discovery'; I also recall the confusion and bewilderment I felt when Cyrene asserted that "there is no heart or love".
Now, the perplexing spikes seem to be encased in something more resilient.
Ye Yan's metaphor using milk tea is so endearing—a drink He personally crafted, symbolizing His existence.
Eternity is the foundation, pity is the slightly bitter seasoning, and love... is the impulse and action itself to share this unique flavor with another being.
Demiurge subconsciously imitated Ye Yan's movements, her fingertips sliding along the cold metal edge of the [∞] hair ornament in her hair.
As she touched it, the silvery-blue light seemed to transform from a mere cold vortex of spacetime into something else entirely. Within it, extremely faint golden particles of light appeared to slowly flow along the runes, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
"So..."
Demiurge raised his head and looked at Ye Yan. His eyes, which had once been filled with confusion, were now like a newly thawed ice lake, reflecting starlight, and beneath their clarity surged a newfound understanding and exploration.
" Peaches... chosen to shatter. It was because..."
She struggled to find the right words, trying to connect Ye Yan's story with Cyrene's last words.
"Embrace... let our light... transform into that [ Eternity ] sweet rain." Demiurge looked down at the milk tea pendant again.
Although her tone still carried a hint of a beginner's pause, the stiffness had faded considerably, like a tightly closed flower bud finally seizing the opportunity to bloom.
The milk tea pendant on her wrist rippled more joyfully with the fluctuations of her emotions, spreading out warm ripples.
Ye Yan gazed at the enlightened light flickering in Demiurge's eyes and the warm golden light that subtly flowed from her hair ornament, and a gratified smile appeared on his lips.
He did not immediately affirm or deny with words, but simply reached out and, extremely gently, as if brushing away dust from the most precious porcelain, touched Demiurge's [∞] hair ornament with the back of his finger.
That touch reminded Him of His deepest love for His creation (milk tea) back then, and was also a silent commendation for Demiurge's finally touching upon the true meaning of the [ Eternity ] connection.
The starry sky was still, and the low hum of the Scepter δ-me13 completely subsided, transforming into endless tranquility in the background.
Demiurge felt the fleeting yet incredibly clear warmth on his cheek.
Slowly, slowly, she pressed this warmth onto her newly born heart.
An unprecedented feeling, like the ceaseless rain and echoing light in the story, quietly emerged and began to pulsate powerfully.
Ye Yan looked at Demiurge, who seemed lost in thought, and stroked his chin.
I shared my experiences of making milk tea back then with elements of Eternity, pity, and love with Demiurge, but I don't know if she understood.
Hmm~ This is definitely going to be a Romance milk tea story unlike any other.