Crystal Ball
Guided by the voice of the crystal ball, I kneel before the altar. The unicorn nestles close to my side, quietly gazing at its light. Stone pillars engraved with ancient script stand in a circle around the altar, each emitting a faint glow.
The secret of the “Words of Creation”… that is what I have long sought in order to transform this world into a paradise. With a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, I listen intently to the voice of the crystal ball.
“The secret of the ‘Words of Creation’ you seek lies within yourself. When your heart truly desires creation, those words will reveal themselves of their own accord.”
The voice of the crystal ball resonates as if it were peering directly into my heart. I place my hand over my heart and take a deep breath. Creation… What kind of world do I truly desire?
Up until now, I have purified distortions, nurtured life, and built civilizations. Yet, somewhere deep in my heart, there has always been a sense of unfulfillment. Could it be because, as the Creator, I have not been able to fully connect with this world?
“You have nurtured life and guided civilizations. However, true creation means becoming a part of that world yourself. Your joy becomes the world’s joy, and your sorrow becomes the world’s sorrow. Only then will you truly understand the ‘Word of Creation.’”
The voice from the crystal ball speaks even more deeply to my heart. I resolve to cast aside my ego and become one with this world. I close my eyes and quiet my mind. Then, a warm light begins to overflow from within me.
That light envelops me and the unicorn, illuminating the entire temple. Within the light, I connect with all life in this world and feel its joys and sorrows. The chirping of birds, the rustling of the wind, the scent of flowers and grass… everything becomes a part of me, and I myself become one with the world.
In that instant, the “Words of Creation” resonate within my heart. It is less a set of words and more akin to an emotion. Joy, love, hope… all manner of beautiful emotions blend together, playing a single melody.
I take the Lyre of Atlantis in my hands and begin to play that melody. The sound of the lyre echoes throughout the entire temple, resonating with the crystal orb. Then, an even stronger light radiates from the crystal orb, and the temple’s murals begin to glow.
The murals begin to move as if they were alive, reflecting the history of this world. Together with the ancient people depicted in the murals, I feel joy, sorrow, and hope. And I come to know what I must do to make this world a true paradise.
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