[Awakening Calendar Day 128]
[Pain Level 1.39 billion, Desire 58.90%]
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The heavy pages of a blank scripture were cluttered with many vague black spots, where the strokes of the raven feather pen fell again and again, like a tranquil curtain of rain drizzling ceaselessly.
It was unclear how much time had passed when the finely gripped pen finally ceased moving.
The book clasped shut by the woman's pale, delicate hands, along with the feather pen, transformed into blue and white Spiritual Light and drifted skyward.
The star-dress clad woman slowly rose from the Divine Throne. Her round and slender pale dragon tail trailed beneath her skirt hem, touching the sacred High-level steps with her snow-white bare feet, dangling languidly behind her as if somewhat wilted.
The Sealed Land was, as always, eerily serene. For eons, it had remained secluded, silent, devoid of any life's breath.
