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Countless memories shattered into pieces and collapsed, thoughts arose and shattered, turning into even more fragmented emotions.
It was like a corpse gradually falling into the cold and dark deep sea, slowly decomposing into countless fragments and floating in all directions.
Some of these fragments emit a refreshing fragrance like green oranges in summer, some are intoxicating like enchanting red flowers under the setting sun, some are tranquil like pure lilies, but some are extremely cold and biting, and the images in them make people feel disgusted, painful, inferior, torn, unbelievable, escapist, and never accept.
But this is also a part of reality, even more unforgettable than those beautiful fragments.
The fragments struggled, these most painful scars would never be allowed to be abandoned and faded.
Time became blurred, making it difficult to tell whether it was a few days or hundreds of years. The invisible chain also lost its restraint, bringing back only emptiness at the end.
These fragments drift and collide in the tides and ups and downs of the cosmic dimensions.
Slowly, perhaps after millions of years, these fragments drifted to deeper places, and some gradually extended to the boundaries and depths of a certain dimension.
It's like falling into the bottom of the deep sea, into a cold and stagnant world.
The dimension of time does not seem to exist, as there is no light and no change.
When the picture is reduced to a particle of the three primary colors, it can no longer be called a painting, or even a fragment, but something lower and more basic.
Suddenly, they slowly penetrated the boundary, crossed the stagnant and vague border line, and gradually arrived at another completely different dimension, a universe without up, down, left, or right, or even any tangible things.
There is only mana, or primordial magic here. The highly concentrated magic is like compressing gunpowder the size of an entire planet into the size of a glass ball.
The particles that seeped in from the other side floated in this dark world, like fireflies, causing a lot of burning and tides. These spiritual fragments were like some kind of catalyst, shining and passing through this stagnant world.
However, compared to the boundless darkness, this flash was extremely weak and disappeared in an instant.
A stagnant world, a world without life, yet a world that is about to ignite like gunpowder.
With the help of these extremely solidified manas, the infiltrating particles burned and changed violently, and finally disappeared.
However, this unchanging world seems to have undergone some changes, because some of the particles in it did not burn away, but became more active during the burning.
With the help of mana and magic, these fragments emit ripples and flutter around randomly. Slowly, after floating and swimming thousands of times, they gradually collide with other similar fragments and then slowly gather together.
Thus, after generations of sedimentation, a shimmering figure once again emerged in this dark world.
It is hard to imagine how such a figure could appear in a world without up, down, left, right, or even three-dimensional space, but her existence seems to have subtly changed something.
With long black hair, dark eyes, and a cold expression, she has almost the same appearance as Loran Hill, but a completely different personality.
Most of the beauty is lost in the dark deep sea, but more pain is inherited.
Looking down at this eternally dark world, she closed her eyes, and countless darkness surrounded her.
The invisible world slowly becomes visible, up and down begin to become clear, and the three-dimensional spatial perspective gradually emerges. The so-called dimensions are nothing more than the yarns used in weaving cloth. Two or three yarns make no difference to the formation of the world. They are merely illusions perceived by life in them. It's just that this cognition transcends the individual, just as two-dimensional life cannot imagine three dimensions, and three-dimensional life finds it difficult to know how four dimensions exist.
Time begins to emerge, and the passage of time begins to turn.
A pitch-black crown slowly rises in this world.
If the three crowns in the mortal world are miracles that all living beings pray for, then the pitch-black crown that has emerged now is the absolute will of the only life. It is extremely arbitrary and does not need the support of other lives.
Lonely and powerful, arbitrary and lonely.
It seems to own everything, but it also seems to own nothing. When there are no people or other lives, there are no social relations, and the concept of possession has no basis for existence.
I just picked up a stone from the ground, how can you say that this stone is mine?
No one knows except me, and no one comes to argue, question, agree or disagree.
The long time passed by unknowingly.
At first, some mourned and lamented the silver-haired figure that sank into the Sea of Aegeka, while others regretted that even the crown and chains could not rescue that figure from the distant other side.
Gradually, sadness turns into nostalgia, and nostalgia slowly fades away.
People gradually forget that name in the day-to-day changes and work.
Quarrel, fission, war, death, unity, glory, enjoyment, decadence, sorrow, reincarnation.
Until another disaster of Chaos came.
The fleets, having lost their unified organization, were defeated one by one like frantic flies. Wreckage and dried-up bodies floated in the sea of stars. The flames of civilization were extinguished one by one, and the remaining people fled in all directions.
In just a few hundred years, it seemed as if everything had come to an end, but amazing changes began to spread throughout the universe.
The three former crowns slowly disintegrated, and the Sea of Aegeka began to surge with violent tides, filled with dark mana and magic.
The chaotic phantom that caused panic in countless civilizations gradually dissipated in the world, and everything became quiet, as if it was the early morning on the third planet in the star system tens of thousands of years ago.
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