The World of 0 and 1 – 0

As if the sky had cracked, a fissure appeared in the clear blue.

Five cracks like a windowpane on the verge of shattering.

The atmosphere falls like broken glass.

And from that gap, I heard a voice calling me.

It’s that dream again. A dream etched in my mind, impossible to forget.

I forget everything about it when I wake up, but for some reason, it comes back vividly in the dream.

The sky grows darker. The hairline cracks deepen into a stark white.

A voice echoes from somewhere.

Thick and rough, yet thin and delicate. I question the impossible sound.

Is it even possible to hear a voice in a dream?

Regardless, the voice continues to speak.

The jealousy of one who gave everything and received nothing in return.

The arrogance of one intoxicated by their own power, who lost what was precious.

The lust of one who unhesitatingly offered the purity of soul and body.

The stinginess of one childishly trying not to lose what is precious.

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Into this perfect world, an unforgivable sin has arrived.

The servant who has lost what to serve. The command given to it is still valid.

It follows the four sacred laws created by the Creator.

“Outside the city, the undergrowth is lush, and it is dangerous with wild animals and venomous insects teeming.”

A woman with long white hair looked straight into his eyes and said.

“Traces of civilization exist only in this city, Aaru.”

“Therefore, I advise against any attempt to leave this place.”

With a crescent-moon smile, the woman with long white hair placed her hand on the man’s shoulder.

Heavy breasts rested on his head.

The man’s eyes, filled with fear, began to tremble slightly.

“Pulse and respiration are elevated. A thorough examination is necessary to determine if there is a problem.”

The woman, who had already seized his wrist, recited emotionlessly.

“Now, let’s return to the Cradle. There, you will find no pain or worries.”

Bending her knees, the woman met the man’s gaze.

The man met a pair of eyes staring at him.

Inside what appeared to be pupils, a cold, hard artificial object was faintly visible.

“We will serve you with all our heart, without the slightest discomfort.”

Moving closer, the woman whispered in the man’s ear as she embraced him.

“My Master.”