Looking down at the earth from space, the pure white atmosphere wraps the earth tightly, like armor or shackles.
On an inconspicuous island in the northern hemisphere, the light flickered, and a deformed figure loomed. Golden flames danced on the eyeballs with strange pulses, illuminating the pale face reflected in the brown eyeballs.
Like a curse, a hoarse voice sounded, and light filled the black eyes:
"Give me freedom and give you... Commandments."