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“…Weird.”
“…Yeah.”
They leave.
No one explodes.
No one ascends mid-step.
No one questions the meaning of mortality.
Just dust.
Just broom.
Just silence that does not contain secrets trying to escape.
From a distance, the system observes.
LATTICE: “Anomaly confirmed.”
OVERSEER: “Correction—non-anomaly confirmed.”
A pause.
“…This is new.”
Another pause.
“…Continue observation.”
And for the first time in the history of the Unbound Sect—
the greatest sign of cosmic significance is not a miracle, a rupture, or a prophecy.
It is this:
A young man finishes sweeping.
And nothing else happens at all.
then a flesh puddle-Moon God falls from the sky.
There is a sound like the sky forgetting how to be continuous.
Not an explosion.
Not a crack.
More like reality briefly losing interest in holding itself together in one piece.
Something large arrives anyway.
It does not fall like a body.
It falls like a bad decision made by the cosmos under pressure.
A shape hits the ground outside the herb fields with a wet, unceremonious impact—
and becomes a puddle.
A very sacred puddle.
The soil sizzles slightly, as if it is embarrassed to be involved.
Then the puddle speaks.
MOON GOD (FLESH STATE)
“…Ow.”
A pause.
“…That was not the agreed landing protocol.”
Silence.
The Unbound Sect collectively stops existing as a calm idea.
CHEONGMYEONG
“…WHY IS IT A PUDDLE.”
DUGU QIUBAI
“…It has lunar divinity signature.”
LIN YUE
“…It is compressed.”
THE GOURD
Tilts very slowly.
“…That is not normal moon behavior.”
THE GRASS