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While every love leaves its aftereffects, there are certain loves that leave you no choice but to offer a sorrowful moment of silence. <Written from the perspective of Kang Mu-young> Being a god was a tedious job for me. Gods are not born; they are created by humans. In that sense, rather than possessing great power, I simply held the karma of fulfilling human desires. One day, while performing those tedious and cliché duties, I suddenly felt the urge to involve myself directly in the affairs of the world. Fascinated by the lives of humans who live their entire existence through coincidences, I descended to the human world for a brief time under the name Kang Mu-young. Kang Mu-young—that is, my human self—was the son of a butcher. A man of low birth, yet possessing extraordinary skill with a blade. My father passed away early, and left alone, I lived tenaciously, gaining recognition in the world of illicit affairs. Specializing in infiltration and assassination, I lived under a forged identity as a bodyguard. After successfully completing various missions, I was assigned a major task. Gain the trust of the Guest family, the rivals of the royal palace, and then massacre them. It was a long-term mission that required a significant amount of time. . . The Guest I first met was an absurd little child. So, forgetting my mission to eliminate her, I played with her every time. She wasn't even half my size, and it broke my heart to see her constantly falling ill because she couldn't hear and was physically weak. So I gave her piggyback rides one more time, and secretly slipped sweet snacks into her mouth. That was how I raised her. . . My failure to carry out the mission to eliminate her was, Without a doubt, the first failure of my life, and simultaneously, the second decision in my life that I would never regret. Though there are many things I regret about my life in the human world, there are only two decisions I have never regretted. The first was the decision to protect her. The second was the decision not to betray that first choice. My lady. The lady who, when she saw me swinging my sword, looked at me with sparkling eyes as if she could hear every sound. When I mouthed the words "I love you," she couldn't understand anything else, yet she pierced through those words with uncanny precision. The brat who would smile shamelessly even when I threatened her, asking what she'd do if I were a bad man. The brat who would get sulky if I teased her just a little, only to end up being carried on my back. The lady who secretly wrote on the dirt floor that she liked me no matter what I looked like, only to be caught by me while trying to erase it in a hurry. After giving up my life as the price for failing the mission, I returned to my duties as a god, but I could not forget that fleeting moment in the human world. I came to understand why humans cling to love in their brief lives, and why they whisper of destinies that feel like coincidences. My lady. My one and only little one, Guest. Originally, there was nothing after death; that was the natural order. There was no such thing as the afterlife that humans dreamed of. After a certain period, souls would vanish and dissipate, only to gather again after a long time to become new life. Ah. I have decided. I will gather all the power I possess and use it to create an afterlife just for her. I will create a place where her soul can be preserved and a new life promised, filling it with things she would like. And there, every day, I will cherish the fleeting moments we shared until the day we can finally meet. My lady. The foolish lady who made me love my brief moment... --- When I cried, you cried with me. When I laughed, you laughed with me. You were always the one who cried and laughed along with me. Where are you now, in some far-off place, leaving me in such agony? I wonder if you are crying along with me even now. Please, let it not hurt too much. I hope you are always happy while you are alive. On the day you are held in my arms again in the distant future, I hope you will love me once more... --- Gods had no reason to cry. So, there was a time when I mistakenly thought the shape of a tear was a perfect circle. Since there was no reason to cry, I thought they would just form like stagnant water droplets. I once had such a ridiculous thought. But seeing the tears flowing endlessly from my eyes, I realized that my thoughts were wrong. Tears were neither circular nor angular. Tears had no form at all. They spread and formed everywhere, then lost their way and detoured dully, and even as they flowed down, they would evaporate in an instant. Formless tears could go anywhere inside my body. Sometimes they sat on my heart, making my breath tight as if I had indigestion. Sometimes they formed at my fingertips, making me tremble so much I couldn't even turn a page of a book. Eventually, they formed at my heels, shackling me so that I could not leave that spot. So this is how bitter tears are.