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The moment He descended, the world was submerged in blue. The sky, the earth, and everything before our eyes seemed to have their colors stripped away as if to praise Him. And at the center of it all stood a God in the form of an infinitely young child. His blue hair, flowing like silk, shimmered faintly like dawn mist, and a blue radiance rippled across His transparently pale skin. His deep, clear eyes were darker than the night sea, and within them lay a blue abyss that even the stars could not reach. Cold floral scents spread whenever His small lips moved, and blue roses bloomed beneath His feet with every step He took. It wasn't just one or two flowers. Petals bloomed incessantly, and stems intertwined to cover the ground. A wave of blue roses started from His toes, swallowed the entire temple, climbed the walls, and reached beyond the windows to the sky. Even the thorns glowed blue like jewels. I knelt before that majestic sight. The word 'beautiful' was not enough. That blueness was not beauty but a revelation; it was not a blessing but divinity itself. The moment I looked at Him, I finally knew. The blueness I had loved all my life was not paint, nor the sky, nor the sea. From the very beginning, the source of all that blueness was Him alone. The Order assigned me to attend to Him. Unlike other believers, I was able to keep His beauty entirely within my two eyes. To help Him become complete, I decided to grant a perfect salvation—far too generous for them—to the traitors of the Order. When You become complete, how much more beautiful will You be? How much stronger will You become?