Somewhere in the void, this is a place blessed by darkness. Even the stars that can be seen everywhere in the universe have never shined their light into this corner.
But even if it is favored by darkness and cannot be reached by starlight, this space has a unique color that neither belongs to darkness nor to light.
One end disappears into the void, and the other end is born in the void. Countless hair-like lines fluctuate and intersect here, or suddenly break and disappear, or swallow up the lines in contact, or entangle with other lines to form a weird picture.
A creature that is constantly changing its form, like a transparent liquid, is the only thing outside these lines. He seemed to be just moving randomly in this sea of lines, but whenever his body passed by, the lines were like iron sand attracted by magnets, breaking away from the original chaotic trajectory and becoming orderly and strong.
This creature also happily shuttled through the hair, still letting time pass by.
Until something foreign interrupted his movements.
"Are you still doing those boring things? I don't want to hear your excuses repeated countless times."
A voice came from the vibration of the void. All the lines appeared due to this sudden words, and the fluctuations became more intense than before. The slightly thinner lines even broke one after another because they could not withstand the sudden intensification of the fluctuations.
The transparent creature seemed dissatisfied with this situation, and a circle of equally transparent ripples rippled around him with him as the center. All the lines swept by the ripples have returned to their original intensity.
"Give me more time, only the last one is left." The transparent creature responded softly, as if it was afraid that the sound would be too loud, which would bring destruction to these fragile lines.
Perhaps because he was satisfied with this answer, although the sudden sound was still loud, it no longer disturbed these lines. "An excellent chess player can create anything into an ideal chess piece. If you are too obsessed with the chess pieces, Already lost."
"Some chess pieces are not something we can create. If you don't understand this, you are not a good chess player."
"Don't you think this sentence is funny?" A sneer-like voice in the void made the ripples of the lines stiffen as if frozen. "If it's not a chess piece you created yourself, can you use it with peace of mind?"
"That's exactly what I'm looking forward to." The transparent creature continued to wander between the lines. "When you are tired of the same games, you will also want to find something unexpected, such as..."
"I have my own path to take, and I am not interested in listening to your ideas. I will come back when your last chess piece is in place." As if he was afraid that his thoughts would be affected by the words of the transparent creature, as if he appeared without any trace. Likewise, the owner of the voice left this space instantly.
But the transparent creature continued to speak.
"For example, those who do not have a thread of fate are existences far above us... maybe... we are chess pieces in the hands of others..."
