She, the Lord of all realms, the only law.
I picked up a child and kept her by my side. The little boy always chased her and called her "sister".
Then she fell into a deep sleep, and he burned everything and tore apart her soul just to keep his pursuers away from her.
Fragments of the soul are scattered across the world, each piece unconsciously chanting a name in suffering.
After she regained consciousness, she traveled all over the world, looking for him one by one.
In every world, he is an unwanted little pitiful person.
But whenever he sees her, he will blurt out with red eyes:
"Sister."
The universe is vast, so she searched slowly;
The world is small, and he is always waiting.
She would spend the rest of her life putting that young boy covered in blood back together again.
