And where was that very Kafka, the reason behind all this commotion, all this joy and this creation of life?
Well, right now, he was exactly where one would expect him to be—in the middle of the vast celestial garden, standing on a soft field of glowing grass, the eternal Tree of Origin towering gently behind him.
And right before him spread a sight that could melt even the coldest god's heart.
Babies...Dozens of them.
Little bundles of light and laughter, wobbling, crawling, and sitting in a massive half-circle around him.
Their giggles rang out like music, pure and full of life and every single one of them was different—unique and radiant in their own right.
Some had tiny horns budding from their heads; others sported small, twitching tails that swayed whenever they laughed.
A few had wings that shimmered faintly in the light, flapping uselessly as they tried to take flight for the very first time.
