"What is beauty in imperfection? It sounds quite reasonable...."
"But if this thing is broken, wouldn't it be painful to look at?"
"Are we really going to smash it?"
The God of Stillness turned her head and looked around, all those were her own mediocre carvings.
As she pondered and, not knowing where, fetched a hammer....
Bang!
A piece of a sculpture's forehead was hammered down, falling onto the floor tiles of the Divine Nation and shattering into pieces.
The God of Stillness stared at the now-imperfect sculpture in front of her for a long time, feeling puzzled.
"It seems even uglier now, it gives the first impression that it's a brain spillage.... But that's not the theme of my work, it's not meant to be horror."
"Is it because not enough has been broken off?"
With that question in mind, the God of Stillness knocked the entire head off the sculpture.
Now, with nothing above the neck, the God of Stillness suddenly saw things in a new, clearer way!
