Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 78 The End of the Creation Myth: Love and Determination
But the creation of the saint's body is extremely difficult.

After overcoming one difficulty after another, unexpected new challenges arose.

The body has fully developed the instinct to operate on its own.

Only the heart remains disconnected.

The heart is the hub of life, the energy center of the body, and the bridge connecting all the bodies of the saints.

"How could this be?"

"How could this be?"

"How did he develop a heart problem? Is this really fate?"

She was frantic, the sun was setting, and the deadline was fast approaching.

The three giants beside them fell silent, growing increasingly anxious.

"What can we do? The body is without a heart; how can it possibly live?"

"It's over."

"He clearly loves you so much, but he has no heart. If he had a heart, he would definitely come back to life."

Hearing their words, she suddenly thought of something.

Yes.

The heart in my hand is broken, so it cannot be connected.

A true heart should also contain love.

She found the final answer.

"I don't want you anymore!"

She discarded the woven Sacred Heart, and the entire body of the footless bird began to form a cocoon, transforming according to the structure of the Sacred Heart.

She suddenly realized:
"In the end, what this sacred body needed was a determination full of love."

Boom boom boom!
She transformed into a loving, beating heart, gently merging into my chest.

The intense love and emotions seemed to activate the connections throughout the body, and even the dormant, dazed mind.

Elephant Monk slowly opened his eyes and clutched his chest.

dong dong dong! !

Although he had a heart, his heart ached terribly.

Ugh.

A long sigh.

The elephant god raised his head; it was already sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on this giant elephant on the high mountain, making it appear incredibly sacred and majestic.

I didn't ask any more questions, nor did I say anything more.

He was just mentally impaired; when he came to his senses, he remembered everything that had happened.

"When I opened my eyes, it was already dusk."

Elephant Monk muttered to himself unconsciously.

"Yes, it's getting dark." A voice echoed in my mind, old and weak, as if it were about to lose consciousness completely at any moment.

Tapping.

Elephant Dhomo turned around, sat on a high slope, overlooking the churning ocean in the distance, and whispered, "Is it worth it? You will die."

"The beauty you pursue is the whole world," a voice in my heart said with a hint of laughter. "But the beauty in my heart is only you."

“That’s true.” Elephant Monk did not criticize or ask any further questions.

Every member of the Butterfly Clan has the right to pursue beauty, including his queen.

He was the emperor of the entire Butterfly Clan, and he respected this right, even if he was unwilling to accept it.

"Congratulations on achieving your dream and creating the most beautiful garment in the world."

“But in the future, only I will be left.” Elephant Monk smiled, but his smile was full of bitterness.

The voice in my heart is laughing:

"Don't you know that once a bird without feet sets sail, traversing mountains, rivers, and lakes, its death is the moment its wings stop flapping?"

"I'm actually very happy."

"The past hundred years without you have felt like an eternity to me."

"For you, this is a long sleep; for the immortal gods, it is a midday rest."

"I have been waiting for you to awaken in the temple, but you are waking up less and less often, and I am becoming more and more anxious."

“Every time you wake up, even if you can only say one sentence to me, I’m happy for days.”

"But your awakenings are getting shorter and shorter, I'm so scared. So scared!"

A voice inside her sobbed, "I'm afraid you won't wake up again, so I won't even knit my favorite clothes anymore."

Elephant Monk remained silent.

He vaguely guessed what she was thinking. Being able to save him at the last moment with her clothing craftsmanship, which she was proud of her whole life, was the happiest thing for her.

she says:

"After witnessing the story of that couple..."

"I've been thinking about this a lot these days."

“At least we are happier than them. They are in the most inaccessible place in the body, while we are in the most intimate place in the body.”

“I am your heart.” “We are the opposite of that couple, and this is the most beautiful ending for me.”

"Do you know what? While you were sleeping, I, this footless bird, perched on your shoulder and had a dream."

"A very beautiful dream."

"How I wish that one day we would suddenly wake up together on the throne of God and find that we are not in a magnificent palace, but just sleeping in a tree while the prophet is punishing us five little butterflies who don't like to read."

The voice was lingering, carrying endless melancholy.

"What I'm experiencing now is nothing more than a long dream."

"Then I tell you about this interesting dream. You scold me for being silly, for being too delicate and unreasonable, and for listening to the prophet's teachings. Afterwards, we two butterflies fluttered and played on the flowers, only needing to look for food for the winter. It was simple and happy."

She murmured, full of longing:
"Back then, everything was so carefree, everything was full of hope, and you didn't have to bear the burden of the people or the weight of fate."

"You don't need to bear the infamy of being a scheming angel behind the scenes."

“The five of us once dreamed of the civilization described by the prophet: magnificent palaces and beautiful streets. After class that day, we swore an oath together on the flowers to build a beautiful civilization.”

"But now I suddenly hate civilization. Let's give it up. I really want to go back to the Butterfly Clan's cave and hang on the wall to spend the winter together."

As Xiang Tuomo listened to her usual coquettish and domineering behavior, he couldn't help but sigh, "This isn't like you at all. You love beauty so much and you love luxurious palaces so much."

“Things will change, everything will change,” Dieluxin replied.

Elephant Monk smiled:

"Yes, you've changed, and I've become the kind of person I hate the most, secretly plotting against angels."

"Several eras have passed, we have all changed, the times have changed, everything is changing."

He looked up at the brilliant starry sky, and a sense of vastness and ancient history washed over him.

"Time is truly beautiful."

“Death can preserve our butterfly race in a fleeting, eternal beauty, but I don’t want to live forever.”

"Let our great prophet experience the loneliness of immortality!"

His laughter echoed through the mountains and rivers.

"I only ask to preserve the beauty of our butterfly clan and to protect my heart."

They talked for a long time afterward, until the voice in their hearts gradually faded away.

Just like every sunset they had watched together in the old days, nestled together in the old wutong tree.

The sun sets and the full moon rises.

They chatted about fun things from their childhood.

Together they were hung from the tree by the prophet and spun around; together they watched their people freeze to death outside from inside the tree hollow; together they sang on the Cangwu tree; together they watched the little angels fight the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Their voices grew softer and softer, becoming increasingly intermittent.

She concluded by saying:

"Pity."

"I promised that girl that she and her foolish husband sacrificed themselves, and I wish you and me, who are similarly foolish, a perfect ending." That was her last sentence.

She sobbed, "But I didn't succeed."

When the moon has fully risen.

Butterfly Heart has fallen silent.

The heart of Elephant Dhamma has also died.

Elephant Dhamma has neither sorrow nor pain.

He slowly stood up, took the reins of his mount, and slowly walked away as the sun began to set.

He knew that in the long years, even he himself would disappear, worn away by time and reduced to dust.

"Era after era passes, new figures arrive." He gazed quietly at the night sky and smiled faintly, "You go first, I'll just be a little later."

His mind was unusually calm, with a kind of gentle yet suppressed melancholy.

unconsciously.

Elephant Tuomo led his mount back to the old wutong tree, where his brothers and sisters watched him with tears in their eyes.

Their arrogant and vain second sister has passed away.

Diechi, who was closest to her second sister, looked up and burst into tears like a child.

All the other butterfly clan members were outsiders; only the five brothers and sisters had come together from the cave.

They suddenly regretted establishing civilization. Perhaps the most ordinary and happy days would have been spent playing carefree in the cave with the god of immortality, following the god to achieve eternal life.

"I am back."

Elephant Monk looked up and smiled slightly.

But the smile was so strange that it was hard to tell whether it was a smile of joy or a smile of sorrow.

He reached out and wove a delicate bow, as light as a cicada's wing, which floated up the tree like a dandelion and hung on the branch—a gift to the gods.

He sighed softly:

"Everyone, it's been a long time."

The Butterfly Clan, the Elephant-Domo Mythology, The Five Internal Organs Chapter

Legend has it that at the final deadline, the grueling trial of the five internal organs proved more difficult than anticipated. The heart refused to be incorporated, so the footless bird chose to abandon its heartless hollow, transforming it into a resolute expression of love.

Thus, life on earth developed reason in the left brain, emotion in the right brain, a sixth sense in the pineal gland, true love in the heart, and profound emotions in the abdomen.

[Emperor Thodrak also had a third vital point, a place he would protect even unto death: the heart of his beloved.]

(End of this chapter)