I stubbornly supported the cracked rock with both hands, knelt down deeply, and hugged the new earth with my chest. The ghost king's cloak was catching the wind on my shoulders. The first and last radiance between heaven and earth shone on my face at the same time, and the jagged white bones on my face glowed like crystal. That prophet told me years ago that I could have eternal beauty. Now you can say that I am still ugly, you can also say that I am as perfect as God, but none of that matters anymore. I am now the creator and finisher, the definer and sustainer, the regenerator and returner of all beauty.
I am Yaqi, the Lord of Creation.
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