It happened in the very distant past.

God gathered only the finest dust and brilliant light in this world to fashion His most beautiful creation, and He gave that dazzling being the name Arvento.

From the moment of his birth, the creation was positioned to receive the blind affection of his Creator. Instead of placing the power to enjoy everything in the heavens into his hands, God sought to control him by imposing one condition.

"Love only Me."

It was an absolute constraint, a shackle from which he could never escape for eternity.

God's love was such that it seemed to embrace all things under the mask of benevolence, but who could have known that in reality, it was nothing more than a terrible obsession that would never let go?

Arvento seemed destined to enjoy pure happiness forever within that cradle of affection.

However, Arvento's gaze, which should have rightfully remained in the noble heavens, was directed not at the firmament but at the earth.

By chance, he encountered a weak human residing there. The being, destined to live a momentary life and then vanish, lived every moment fiercely due to that terrible fleetingness.

Unlike himself, who was gradually losing his meaning within infinite eternity, the vitality of the human, shining brilliantly within a fixed finiteness, finally came to ensnare Arvento.

He completely lost his heart to the humble life and finite warmth of one living for a moment, more than to the blind affection bestowed by God.

The creation dared to engage in a risky game of traveling between heaven and earth, evading his God's eyes, and committed the deception of falling into a deep love with a mere human.

However, his foolish taboo was soon discovered, drawing the wrath of God. Before the betrayal committed by the being He loved most, God was enraged, and thus Arvento had to endure the terrible punishment of falling to the distant earth for the sin of loving a human.

Why does tragedy settle so cruelly?

As God cast out His falling creation, He went so far as to snatch away his very sorrow.

So immense was the Creator's anger and grief toward His creation that even the tears God shed froze cold, and it is said that in the winter of that year, the pure white snow never ceased on the earth until a single human was born and met their death in old age.

Thus, Arvento was reduced to a being who could no longer feel complete sorrow, no matter how painful or heart-wrenching it might be.

Even at the moment when the mortal human he had loved with his all finally reached the end of their life and vanished, he had to simply watch his other half meet death with a body unable to shed a single tear.

Arvento had to endure eons alone, with no one by his side, harboring that terrible self-loathing and distant longing in his heart.

Within the cycle of infinite time that never sets, his soul crumbled helplessly, losing even the meaning of his existence.