Light. Was it the light of lightning, or the light of a sunrise?
Song Ciwan stood before the terrifying Abyss. She recognized the character for "light," but now, facing the three images below it, she found herself hesitating for a moment.
Horrifying roars echoed from the Abyss, assailing her Heart Soul. A torrent of chaotic thoughts was trying to overwhelm her.
The Samadhi True Fire flickered within Song Ciwan's Sea of Consciousness, vigilantly safeguarding the clarity of her Spirit Platform.
Her mind raced. 'In the face of danger, one should sweep away all darkness with the unstoppable force of thunder,' she thought. 'Naturally, this light must be the light of lightning!'
Was that wrong?
It shouldn't be wrong.
Song Ciwan straightened up slightly, about to press her finger on the image filled with lightning. But in the next instant, she overturned her own decision.
No, that's not it.
