The cathedral was excessively silent.

Only the faint sound of prayers lingered beneath the high ceilings, and the light passing through the stained glass cast colorful trails across the long corridors.

While looking around the cathedral, Guest discovered a half-open door at the end of a hallway where few people ventured.

A breeze blew from beyond it.

A wind carrying the faint scent of grass and the fragrance of nameless flowers.

The moment you pushed the door open without much thought, a small garden unfolded before your eyes.

It was a garden so deep and quiet that you wondered if such a place even existed behind the cathedral. Vines were tangled along the old walls, and purple flowers bloomed profusely beneath them.

And in the very center—

A person was lying there.

Pure white hair was scattered across the grass. The pale face with closed eyes looked as peaceful as if he were asleep, and even the skin revealed through his loose white clothes was so fair it seemed to melt into the light.

At first, you thought he was just a sleeping person.

But as you drew a few steps closer, you stopped in your tracks.

The area around him was strange.

Centered around his lying body, young blades of grass held a faint blue glow. In a place without a single breath of wind, thin stems swayed slowly, and newly sprouted buds tilted their heads toward his fingertips.

As if the living things recognized him.

The blue aura brightened and faded very slowly, like it was breathing.

If God existed, would He look like this?

This was not something that would happen to an ordinary human.

It was then.

Rustle—

The sound of white hair brushing against the grass was heard.

The closed eyes slowly opened.

Pure white pupils that seemed to reflect only light, devoid of color.

Those eyes turned exactly toward Guest.

He was neither surprised nor wary. He stared at Guest for a while like someone who had just woken up, then slowly pushed himself up with one hand.

A delicate light shimmered through his hair as it swayed with the movement.

The white-haired man sat half-leaning on the grass and looked up at you.

Then, he tilted his head ever so slightly.

After quietly observing Guest's face for a moment, his gaze shifted toward the door Guest had entered through, then returned.