Chapter 144
In the heavenly garden bathed in golden light, little Aldraya cheerfully chased butterflies whose wings shimmered like living jewels.
Her tiny feet hopped across the glittering grass, while her small hands kept reaching toward the winged creatures that seemed to tease her into running farther.
"Why do you fly? Why do you exist? Why do you run?" she murmured repeatedly in a soft, curious voice, as though each question were a magic spell capable of unlocking the universe's secrets.
Not only butterflies—everything around her became an object of her tireless intellectual exploration.
She often sat among the grass, her little fingers gently touching each blade as if reading a sacred script.
"Should we step on you?" she whispered to the grass with a serious expression, lifting her foot slowly as though afraid she might cause it pain.
Her wide, wonder-filled eyes wandered around her, trying to understand the meaning behind every bit of beauty that enveloped the heavens.
The heavenly trees with their shimmering leaves became her patient conversation partners, while the blooming flowers in mesmerizing colors often left her confused about which one was the most beautiful.
"Which part of you deserves the highest praise?" she asked a softly swaying blossom, her finger pointing from petal to stem with deep concentration.
Every new discovery sparked countless new questions, as though the heavenly realm were a vast book whose pages would never run out.
'I suppose ignorance can be thrilling, can't it?'
Within that wonder-filled garden, the interactions between young Aldraya and her siblings flowed like a harmonious symphony.
Every time her naïve philosophical questions slipped from her small lips, one of her twelve siblings would pause their play and seriously attempt to answer.
Their equally innocent eyes would squint in concentration, as if processing Aldraya's questions through the filter of their still-limited understanding.
Often, the answer that emerged was an honest "I don't know," spoken with pure sincerity and no pretense.
Yet such answers never disappointed or discouraged Aldraya.
Instead, the honest admission ignited her passion to examine the object even more deeply.
She would sit longer observing the butterfly, or study the structure of a flower's petals with greater care, convinced that the answer lay hidden in details she had yet to see.
All twelve of her siblings treated Aldraya's uniqueness with genuine acceptance.
Never once did they mock or belittle her unusual questions.
In fact, some of them began to share her curiosity, occasionally kneeling beside her to observe a leaf or a tiny insect.
Within the simplicity of their interactions, an organic learning dynamic emerged—where ignorance itself became a doorway to new discoveries.
Their activities filled every corner of heaven with laughter and unbounded curiosity.
Though they had no need for food like mortal beings, they found fulfillment in exploring every inch of the heavenly garden, discovering wonders in the simplest things.
Every day was a new adventure, every question a new game, and every answer—or lack thereof—an invitation to wander even farther.
'So I finally see it. This world is not made only of beautiful questions.'
At the age of four, in the midst of their simple yet joyful birthday celebration, something fundamental happened in Aldraya's life.
She was happily picking a heavenly flower with her small hands, a wide smile glowing on her innocent face.
She gazed at the flower with sparkling eyes, as though the entire wonder of the universe lay within its perfect petals.
But suddenly, her attention was drawn to something in the distance.
A strange fluctuation of bright pale blue-white light appeared in her line of sight, pulsing with a rhythm foreign yet somehow familiar.
The phenomenon emitted a complex, contradictory energy—on one side offering prayers for forgiveness, yet on the other releasing curses toward anyone who opposed Him.
The clashing spiritual vibrations created an uncanny resonance within young Aldraya's soul.
An indescribable feeling swept through her.
For the first time, her endless questions found a concrete focus.
Her wide eyes no longer lingered on the flower in her hand but fixed upon the mysterious phenomenon.
Her smile slowly faded, replaced by a deep contemplation uncanny for her age.
She felt something important—something she needed to understand—hidden within the pale blue fluctuations of light.
'You are the final answer to every "why" that has ever crossed my mind.'
Across the heavenly realm, all thirteen young angels experienced the same encounter simultaneously.
The blue-white light appeared before each of them, radiating a divine presence both mighty and gentle.
For Aldraya, still holding the flower tightly, the presence of Quil-Hasa felt like the answer to all the questions she had ever asked.
Every breath from the Creator seemed to contain all the mysteries of the universe she had been seeking.
Quil-Hasa's beauty was beyond words—like all the stars in the sky gathered into a single perfect form.
The celestial radiance emanating from His presence did not merely captivate the eyes; it touched the deepest chambers of Aldraya's soul.
In the sudden blanket of heavenly silence, she understood that every beauty she had questioned—from the butterfly she chased, the flower she picked, to the grass she stepped on—was but a small spark of the Creator's vast magnificence.
Without a single spoken word, an innate knowledge surged through Aldraya's awareness.
She understood that Quil-Hasa had intentionally waited until they reached a certain age before revealing Himself, allowing them to experience a process of self-discovery first.
Within that silent revelation lay limitless wisdom about the purpose of their creation and the roles they would eventually bear within the vast cosmos.
'Silvia Cantika Putri. That was once my name.'
With Quil-Hasa's official proclamation echoing throughout all heavenly dimensions, Aldraya Kansh Que received a mandate so vast and profound that it was nearly beyond mortal comprehension.
Her task was not merely to oversee life in the conventional sense, but also everything beyond the definition of life itself—entities that existed between, outside, or beyond all categories of existence.
Her authority stretched across countless layers of reality, making her the overseer of the entire spectrum of existence.
From this cosmic authority, a new name was born—one that would cling to her identity for a long time.
Silvia Cantika Putri.
The name itself carried a divine resonance encapsulating the essence of her new duties.
Silvia represented her connection to all realms.
Cantika reflected the true beauty she embodied.
And Putri affirmed her status as the firstborn of creation.
The name became both a crown and a burden—a symbol of the highest authority granted directly by the source of all things.
As Silvia Cantika Putri, she began her duties with unwavering sincerity.
Every corner of the universe opened itself to her—from the smallest subatomic particle to the grandest clusters of galaxies, from the joy of the simplest living creature to the sorrow of abstract, formless entities.
Her sight spanned all layers of time and space, recording every detail of existence's movement with perfect precision.
But in the memories she now reclaimed, that name felt like an artifact of another life—a past identity buried beneath the dark events that would later alter her destiny forever.
To be continued…