Honestly, I did not know how bold women can be. While courage is a quality valued in men, it is viewed as a weakness in women. A world that is severely unbalanced in favor of males is threatened by fearless women. That is why my wife was kinda aggressive towards me the first time we met despite the icon of Christ I carried after every class, leaving her exasperated. At those very moments, she used to show me the book, the god delusion, to make me feel triggered to respond to her allegation which I ignored for what I was trying to do until she spoke to me that day after acquiring the system.
A certain kind of freedom is granted to fallen women. Unless we are talking about a lady who just stumbled on the stairs, there is obviously no such thing as a fallen woman. The fact that social norms in this world are both inflexible and capricious is among its most challenging aspects. Unless one is a young guy with money, it is forbidden to have a sexual relationship before a legally binding marriage. Only if they are light-skinned can men be strong and forceful. Regardless of position, anyone may fall in love—but only if one of them is a woman and the other is a guy. I mean, that is how may work in the world for many cases to which I desire nothing but unhappiness, as they are not in the three great ones: they are too busy with emotion, ignoring all the logical background.
My wife used to say a long phrase, " Keep in mind, my omega, that a fool in the sight of the gods is not the same as a fool in the eyes of man. It is possible to have the finest intelligence even if one is completely unaware of the forms of art in their revolution or the moods of mind in their progression, of the pomp of the Latin line or the fuller harmony of the vowelled Greeks, of Tuscan sculpture or Elizabethan song. The person who doesn't know himself is the true idiot, as the gods mock or mar. I lasted far too long. You've been like this for far too long. Don't be thus anymore. Don't be scared. Shallowness is the greatest evil of all. All that is realized is correct, sweetie pie. "
I do not remember replying to her, for she was one of the most appreciative beings in my life. I mean, I could have told her that her most luxurious relique was my heart and that nothing would reflect that trait in my demeanor. Why? Why? Why would I say it at all? It is probable that I could have got insulted despite getting the most intelligent woman in the Kosmos. I was attentive enough to set a place in my infinite gourmandizing heart for my woman. Do you know what I was saying to myself when I was sitting here? Even if I were to lose faith in life, the woman I love, or the order of things, or even if I were to come to believe that everything is a chaotic, damned, and possibly demonic state of affairs, and even if I were to be struck by all the horrors of human disillusionment, I would still want to live, and as long as I have stood before this cup, I will not remove myself until I have consumed it.
On that day, she was wearing a corset, making her alluring look like the personification of beauty within the infinite perception of the logos. Or as I would rather say, she looked like a supreme goddess in person despite divinity lacking in her being. I was trying to avoid looking at her. Why? She looked like blue roses. She smelled like Black Orchids in winter. She spoke like Silver Lilies. She was the peak of mortality. That same day, she was wearing a nurse cap and her legs looked super-duper appealing to the state of apotheosis within the look of a muse.
[ABSURDIUM CORE Ω System – Analysis Mode Activated]
Target: Alpha Sophia
Scan Date: Nuptial Cycle 7, Time-Sigil 13:14
VISUAL PARAMETERS:
Corset Alignment: Enhances form into near-perfect golden ratio symmetry (98.9%).
Aura Perception: Blue-Rose resonance detected — [Illusory Fragrance Signature: Eternal Bloom].
Surface Detail: Flesh harmonics radiate "supreme goddess" classification (though divinity = absent, mortality = confirmed).
FRAGRANCE MATRIX:
Primary Note: Black Orchid — winter resonance.
Secondary Layer: crystalline frost undertone, evoking hidden melancholy.
Olfactory Rating: [∞/10] — apotheotic allure.
VOCAL PATTERN:
Timbre: Silver Lily Scale — softness = celestial, cadence = mortal.
Effect on Listener: Induces muse-state, disrupting rationality, enforcing logos-reverie.
Cognitive Warning: [Avoid prolonged listening → risk: surrender of will].
LEG STRUCTURE:
Symmetry Check: Perfect alignment with Apollonian canon.
Apotheosis Threshold: Exceeded.
Annotation: "Legs of Alpha Sophia breach muse-level threshold; classify as 'super-duper appealing' → risk: transcendence cascade."
SYSTEM VERDICT:
Alpha Sophia = Peak of Mortality
Embodiment: Personification of Beauty without Divinity
Codename: "Supreme Goddess in Disguise"
The night descended softly, as though heaven itself had pulled a veil of silver moonlight across the earth. Within the quiet chamber, the fragrance of incense lingered from the earlier prayers, mingling with the faint sweetness of roses left upon the bridal bed. Karl turned to face Sophia, his wife, his crown, and his secret. She continued to wear the corset that framed her with an elegance that was almost unfathomable, as well as the nurse's cap, which was slightly slanted and served as a reminder of her compassion and concern. Karl, however, sensed something more profound than the beauty of her appearance: the silent brilliance of a soul united with his in the everlasting pact of matrimony. They did not rush. They spoke in whispers at first, their voices hesitant, like two pilgrims entering a sacred temple for the first time. Karl reached for her hand, kissed it, and rested it against his heart. Sophia smiled faintly, her eyes lowered, her beauty glowing as though candlelight had taken human shape.