Although Mu's consciousness was warm and inclusive, and lying down was very comfortable, Mu would not immediately adjust her shape to follow his rolling around. Although both were wrapped up, Mu's wrapping felt heavy as if it were being pressed down, but 'his' wrapping felt safer.
Perhaps it was because when Qi was being dragged and shattered by the chaotic storm, he was saved by this consciousness, that Qi always felt safe and could let go of everything whenever he lay on 'his' body.
He didn't like to talk, and for a long time, Qi would talk to himself without getting a response. Sometimes Qi would wriggle on him and act cute, because whenever that happened, his calm mind would be slightly disturbed, and then he would say, "Stop it."
Whether it was Qi, Mu, or 'him', they all thought that such days would last for a very, very long time, perhaps even forever.
But later, Qi's body became smaller and smaller.
But later, Mu also successfully condensed a body.
But later, 'he' also had to solidify his body.
Mu and 'his' bodies are different from Qi's. Mu is covered in a very gorgeous layer of feathers that burn with specks of golden flames. His tail feathers are long, but his golden eyes look very gentle.
His body was silver, he had horns on his head, and his body was very long.
Once their bodies shrank to a certain size, they stopped changing. Meanwhile, as their forms changed, some of the dust that kept disappearing and reappearing grew rapidly, and some even spontaneously formed a barrier on the outside amidst the raging chaos.
Unfortunately, it's too fragile.
He observes all things, yet is never moved by them, and Mu Lian's observation is equally unmoved.
Only Qi is filled with joy and anticipation for the chaotic changes.
But that's all there is to it.
Larger dust particles appeared, but that was all; nothing else existed, nothing else was born.
Qi felt very disappointed. He hugged his knees, leaned against the abdomen of the 'him' lying cross-legged behind him, and pondered.
Before I knew it, a very long time had passed.
A change has occurred.
Once a physical form is formed, expressions come into play. Perhaps due to his form, Qi's expressions are always so rich and varied, unlike Mu and 'him' who later adjusted their forms to have heads and limbs like Qi, but didn't hide their horns, tails, wings, etc. No matter what, they didn't have any expressions.
He belatedly realized that Qi seemed to no longer like to stay by his side, and the smiles on his face gradually diminished.
The feeling that always arose in his calm heart was something he didn't understand. Mu understood, but he never said anything, and he didn't pay attention to that strange feeling, nor did he think of asking about it.
So when Kei suddenly pounced on him in his Kei form and hugged him tightly, pressing his lips against 'his' lips, 'he' simply opened his eyes and looked at Kei, who was so close to him.
No matter how his appearance changes, he is essentially just a consciousness. Touching his lips and touching other places are the same to him.
He thought Qi was going to roll around on him, but Qi suddenly stepped back as if startled and teleported away.
He was always silent and quiet, observing everything indifferently, whether it was the chaotic changes or his two companions. He just watched silently, only helping when his companions were in danger.
So even though Qi ran as fast as if something was trying to kill him, 'he' still watched silently.
What happened later made him sometimes wonder: if things had been different if he had chased after them back then? Would those things not have happened?
But at that time, 'he' didn't understand.
They don't understand themselves, nor do they understand enlightenment.
Inspiration brings life to the world.
He died, his consciousness shattering into fragments. These fragments carried the powerful aura that Qi had acquired, making them impossible to destroy by chaos. After the fragments merged with the large dust particles, the dust finally gained the power to resist chaos.
By the time 'he' and Mu discovered it, the chaos had completely changed. Those dust particles... those worlds converged into an endless starry sky, one by one forming a large clump, slowly spinning in the chaos. Wherever they passed, the chaos was calmed, turning into an endless black void.
Everywhere was filled with the aura of Qi, but Qi's consciousness was gone.
Looking at the newly formed microcosm before him, he pondered seriously, "If this thing breaks, will Qi come back?"
Mu Wen told him gently that Qi was dead.
die?
Death means non-existence, disappearance, and the inability to ever see again.
...
Once upon a time, long, long ago, when the world was still in chaos, before Mu and Qi were born, only 'he' himself existed.
It seems that something very small once disturbed 'his' slumber.
Only now, with Qi's death, does 'he' realize that the thing was actually a foresight, bearing the responsibility of foreseeing and also the responsibility of ending chaos and enlightening the universe.
The powerful 'he' ignored the foresight, and the foresight catalyzed the chaos to give birth to Mu. Although Mu was instilled with many common sense things that would only slowly develop in the infinitely distant future by the foresight, the foresight could not force him to do anything he did not want to do.
And so, Qi appeared. He foresaw that he could be free from all responsibility, but he couldn't bear the thought that the future, which could be a bustling and lively universe, now only had the three of them.
The creation of the universe inevitably requires the sacrifice of a will born of chaos as its vessel.
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