Pilgrimage to the Supreme God

I heard that God created the world in seven days, but it is the apostles who wield authority.

The force of a collapsing mountain tears through the painted sky. Storms cower at his feet like tamed beasts. This is the staircase built to the Morning Star, a path no one can stop.

I will never forget the song that rang out from afar. I will always remember the dance performed just for me beneath the bonfire, even though the world has been paved with lies and thorns.

I will rewrite it all and compose a perfect ending.

Amid the riot of vivid colors, it lies at the very top.