The Wind Brushes the Gods

"Hey! Lord God, why are you crying?"

"You just remind me so much of someone I once knew..."

Tears shimmered at the corners of my eyes. The breeze brushed past my sleeves, and my voice came like a soft murmur from among the clouds, fading into the wind and into my heart.

I'm just overwhelmed that you're still alive, breathing in the world's fresh air.

I'm just overwhelmed that I can see you again, the one I've longed for. Your unique scent surrounds me now, your breath brushes my face, and the warmth lingering on my fingertips silently tells me: "He's your Xiao Yi..."

You seem freer and happier to me now than before. The things that once bound you are long gone. Having escaped your cage, you are the freest bird in a god's eyes.

I'm just overwhelmed with joy at our reunion. It fills my heart and takes the place of the tears that should have fallen. The tears won't stop landing in your palm, and as the wind passes, the ends of my hair curl into your hand.

Can all the feelings hidden in my heart really be summed up with the words "I'm just"?

...Isn't it because the person you once loved has returned?

But he's lost his memories.

He can't remember anything,

not even the love that took us down such a winding road.

Even though I knew he would lose his memories the moment he took my place as a god, why can't I let go? Why do I still yearn for everything we shared?

At what point did I get so lost in it all?

Was it while I showed him all the world's romantic wonders, and he reflected back the companionship I'd had all along?

Was it because we were bound together by saving and redeeming each other?

Was it when we guided each other through endless darkness?

Answer me.

Aren't you the all-powerful god who stands above everything?

How can you fail to answer such a simple question?

"..."

A god cannot lie.

"Lord God, I think I've remembered something..."

"Xiao Yi..."

I wish more than anything that you could remember nothing at all.

Stay away from everything in your memories:

The land of the Desolate Moon...

The heavenly court above the mortal realm...

The shackles that so often bound you...

Including me.

After all, I'm just one of the few keepsakes you left behind before you lost your memories...

But I can only say those things silently in my heart.

The cool, sacred god has no room in his heart for a single impure motive.

The spring breeze passes without a sound, and the seed in his heart begins to sprout.

Hush.

The wind brushes the god, and love asks for nothing.

Lord God, your heart is showing.

Theme: Everything touched by the wind, above or below the heavens, is it all my god?