They passed through the spires of the lava city.
Xiaodi looked at the upside-down buildings, and ripples appeared in his dark green pupils.
"They seem to be piercing something,"
It said, its voice carrying the weight of morning dew in the forest.
He did not tell Xiaodi that these spires were the embodiment of the little people's fears - of the sky, of nothingness, and of the occasional glance they cast at Him.
At the market, Xiaodi tasted the food of the people of fire: thin metal sheets melted into petals, blocks of solidified magma candy, and insect pupae smoked with sulfur vapor.
He looked at Xiaodi's pale cheeks, which turned a light pink due to the heat, and saw the tip of its nose wrinkled because of the spiciness - just like a piece of moonlight wrinkled by the wind.
Later they found a shop selling honey wine. Xiaodi, holding the glass cup, suddenly said, "This reminds me of the taste of tree sap."
A strange tremor came from deep in his chest. It was the first time he envied the forest he had never seen.
On the day when Xiaodi transformed, the entire scorched earth was glowing with a damp glow.
Mist flowed down from the ends of its hair, its long dark green hair was like vines in the night, and its skin was so white that you could see the light blue veins underneath.
What startled him most were those eyes - when Xiaodi looked at him, what floated in his pupils was not the reflected firelight, but a moist darkness that he could never step into.
For a moment, he wanted to use magma to cast an incorruptible body for the earth, and he also wanted to crush it in his palm to see if the mist would condense into a form that he could understand.
But Xiaodi just tiptoed and placed a pearl-colored leaf in the palm of his clone.
The leaves began to crystallize the moment they touched, eventually turning into translucent amber, enclosing a tiny, living mist.
"This way, when you fall asleep," Xiaodi's voice was as soft as the light leaking through the forest, "you can also see my hometown."
His countless clones solidified at the same time.
For the first time in a long epoch, any being felt lonely in His sleep.
A thunderous heartbeat came from the depths of the magma, but Xiaodi just smiled and touched His burning cheek with his cool fingertips - like touching a piece of snow that would eventually melt.
"Can I call you Xiaolou?"
A clear voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence where only the flames were burning.
"I heard those people call the place where they live a building. Those buildings are so tall, but you are also very big. Can I give you this name?"
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