Chapter 111: The Transformation of Threefold Self-Reflection
The Sacred Capital.
The Directorate of Celestial Observation.
At the peak of the Observation Tower.
A little girl who looked no older than seven or eight lay sprawled in the shape of a starfish across an enormous cloud bed, sleeping soundly without a care in the world. The bed was woven from some unknown heavenly treasure, as soft and weightless as drifting cotton.
Her tiny body sank deep into its surface. Every now and then, a silly smile appeared on her face, with a glistening strand of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth. The bed did not rest upon the ground. Instead, it floated lazily through the air like a wandering cloud, aimlessly drifting around the tower's summit.
A closer look revealed that whenever the bed shifted position, faint constellations shimmered and vanished within the surrounding void.
The top of the tower was deathly quiet. Only the little girl's gentle, rhythmic breathing echoed softly through the air.
Suddenly, a snow-white hound no larger than a fox leaped out of the void.
It landed lightly upon the cloud bed beside the little girl and enthusiastically licked the drool from the corner of her mouth.