Under the World Tree.
A snow-white figure sat under the layered crystalline branches, the round table towering, the aroma of tea swirling, fingers pinching a lump of sugar.
"Plop."
The sugar fell into the red tea, spreading ripples and gradually melting like snow.
Suddenly, the figure stood up from the chair, taking several steps back, retreating from the round table and red tea like a startled animal, instinctively distancing from what he feared.
...Why?
Why assume such a posture?
After Su Ming'an's consciousness returned from the Creator Conference, he saw himself sitting at a round table, adding sugar to red tea. This behavior did not come from his self-awareness, as if he had naturally sat down.
With a "bang!", he flicked the round table away with a tentacle, shattering the porcelain cup, melting the sugar. He looked at the hundreds of branches on his back and the glowing World Tree behind him, suddenly realizing something.
"Symbiosis".
