Threadweaver: Becoming a God in the Beast World

"The ancient god of emotions, who has lived for ten thousand years, begins to feel lonely for herself. This is the 15,901th emotion she has controlled, but it is also the first abyss that she cannot weave and can only fall into." The heroine's monologue: "If one night in the beast world, you dream of a ring of cobalt blue and crimson for no reason; If you suddenly feel soft-hearted when you are determined, and suddenly feel peaceful when you are ecstatic; If you find that there is a strange beauty growing out of your deepest pain... It may be that I passed through your soul and the tip of my tail accidentally touched a certain heartstring. No need to worship me. Just when you feel the emotions surge, seriously live through that surge—— Turn it into a song, carve it into a wood sculpture, write it into a scrawled poem, or just give it a hug with all your heart. At that time, I will be on the bay window of the ancient tree that hangs dreams, collecting the echoes of your soul's vibration, Woven into my next divine scale. Your momentary true love will be forever with me.