God was sitting next to the chess table, holding a lit cigar between his fingers, and slowly blowing out a puff of smoke from his mouth. His entire face was hidden in the smoke, making it difficult to see clearly. The only thing that could be felt was his lazy calmness, just like the lazy sunshine outside the library window. He stretched out his other hand to fiddle with the chessboard a few times, and casually decided that you two should get to know each other.
Concept: "The tigers in the whole world melt into butter"