Stars twinkled within the realm of the Celestial Kingdom.
They obeyed the arrangements and dispatches of the deep red Historical Star.
Upon the surface of the Thunderbolt Star, amid the storm, a humanoid soul gazed out at the distant red star.
In this past century, the Thunder Soul had realized that there were dozens of stars in the celestial realm that had developed the ability to think, just like itself.
Even amongst the vast sea of stars in the nighttime sky, such a number was still scarce.
Yet it also meant that it was not alone.
The Thunder Soul fixed its gaze on that deep red star.
It knew clearly what kind of brilliance that star, situated at the deepest part of the Celestial Kingdom, emanated.
That brilliance allowed one to see history.
The Thunder Soul yearned to bathe in the glow of that vast star, to witness the events of the past.
For it knew that its existence as a soul was not born from nothingness.
For everything must have an origin.
