Silence is not the original sin, Original sin simply exists. life is also a kind of existence, Love is also a kind of existence. - This is the original sin. In stillness, he feels his own formation, his own existence. He felt that his own sensory nerves were like silk threads, correctly and unmistakably connected to a certain deep place. He felt...his eyes open. There was a beautiful face towards him, and a pair of aquamarine eyes looked at him. In an instant, he fell in love with him. That beautiful face smiled at him—it was not possible, nor was it inadvertent, it was just a very natural smile without decoration and pretense, that smile contained happiness, the feeling of observation, and the endless desolation of the world.

That beautiful smile occupied all his dreams, and never thanked him until the end of time. The next time he woke up, he found that he was already a corporeal being. The internal program was complete and detailed, and it was activated perfectly after his consciousness was formed, allowing him to understand what he was and the relationship with the world in an instant. He was an angel—a beautiful angel, with the advantages of many lives and endless hours. Looking up at the nine luminous bodies floating in the air, he knew that these were his companions, and he immediately found his half body——

His future twin angel, she looked down at her body, that beautiful and flawless white marble body still had certain tissues and silk threads tied to that luminous body. He walked forward with difficulty, holding the luminous body floating in front of his eyes. Beautiful, manageable, as elusive as a dream but truly owned by him. He began to slowly feel the surrounding scenery and objects. This is a space full of light blue light, the light is strong but not dazzling, bathed in this light, people have a kind of happiness of being protected and cherished.This place looks like a huge palace, looking up brightly, the top is so far away that you can't see the top, and you can only see the elegant architectural design around it.

There is a transparent thin curtain in front of his eyes, separating him from the other side into two spaces. Behind the curtain there is a huge image, shining brightly from a place that cannot be explored by the netherworld. That figure is too big to imagine, as if he is all time, all space covers everything... There is no wind and motion, and there is no movement behind the curtain, only the ancient mystery and indifference, as if marking a wordless oath and eternal waiting... He felt moisture on his cheeks. What about himself? When he just woke up, does he have someone who is waiting for his oath?

Lowering his head and letting go of the half of his body in his hands, he spread out his wings for the first time and gently flapped them. The wings stroke the air, bringing his body into the air—— He felt something change as the little cloud of chaos descended from the Great Sept in a tiny nebula. —A change in the world, a change in the senses, a change in the heart... The name is Shakalimanyel, and the divine language is "Light from the Border". The angel known as "Diamond Light" is on the Diamond Valley at the border of the heavens, overlooking the crystal white bottom of the valley from a bird's eye view.

He heard the voice of calling, subtle, passing on the wind. As long as they are angels or creatures with endless lives, they all know the meaning of wind. Wind represents time. The wind is blowing, representing the flow of time. The voice of calling, through the big screen of "time", was conveyed to the heavens and his ears... Why could that strange voice shake his heart? He never doubted that his heart was as hard and shining as his name. However, he didn't know why—in the distant, unknown world, that faint sound stirred his perception... Is he tired of everything that exists?

Is he already impatient and facing the days he is used to? He lowered his head, his bright blue eyes looked at the mist at the bottom of the Diamond Valley. At the bottom of Diamond Valley, there is an endless pool. Under the deep pool, it is said that there is a passage leading to the new world. He knew that the faint, beautiful voice came from that new world. Shakalimanyel spread out her magnificent wings, which everyone admired, and flew towards the world beyond the deep pool. One after another, the boundless dreams travel through like images, deeply embedded in the memory of time. It was a dream transmitted from different spaces and different times.

Being in the eternal time and space, like a phantom in a dream.He lifted his long light golden eyelashes, revealing the light of emeralds, and the light turquoise light shone around in an instant. A new, delicate and fragile world was born under his consciousness.He still doesn't know what that world will look like... magnificent?grand?Bright—like his world? Or is it dark?deep?despair? —— He sighed softly. All thoughts and imaginations, hypotheses, may become the unchanging future of the new world, so he stopped all thinking in an instant to avoid dangerous imaginations. He understands that his own time flow has an insurmountable gap with all creatures in this world.

No one can know, experiencing his dream, just like no one knows where his silent waiting comes from—— Quietly guarding every colorful dream that does not belong to him. ——It also means that no one can share his serenity and profundity... Countless dreams came again, and they flowed into the torrent of his consciousness without any mistakes. To him, the flow of time in each world is just one dreamlike image after another, but that is the eternal past of those mayfly-like creatures... No one can understand his waiting, just like no one knows his Yongshi Fuxuan. Sighing again, that breath instantly became another time and space.

From nothing to something, it was so pathetic... He closed his eyes again, causing the space to be colorful due to the pair of green pupils, followed by the faint green light reflecting the whole body disappearing... The surrounding light once again showed a slight bluish blue—— The divine light, the cold light, is also the indicator light, the loving light. In his dreams, the smallest sigh of the visible world is bound, so that he is asleep as if he were awake, and vice versa - when he sleeps he is not really asleep... His mind is just in another dimension, at another time. Silence and waiting, and sighs—

Quietly and waiting for an existence that will not come back, he is silent. And remain silent. In the time without the flow of time, he transferred the exit of the dream to the newborn small world, turned his love into another dream, and used his spirit to gallop across the galaxy, flying like a dream .