Nineteen years ago, young Caleb stood among his friends and said with a smile: "I am a god-like existence."
Now, he is dead.
Deep in the cellar, believers huddled in the shadows. Overhead came the revelry—"God is dead!"
Nora clenched the handle of the knife: "I am His only messenger. I will exchange my life for your eternal life."
Simon stood up: "Why don't we all die and let Him personally lead us to fight back in the next life."
Everyone stood up.
…
What they didn't know was that Caleb wasn't dead. He exists in "one form", no matter which world it is
At this moment, the cellar door was being knocked.
Purpose: This is not a story about God, but about all those who look to God. When God is absent, who defines "me"? When the truth becomes a mystery, who can see God's perspective? Every perspective is a layer of fog, and every "I" may be "that's not me." In a universe of infinite possibilities, they are relentlessly searching for an answer that may never be known