Light City.

In the Temple of Miracle.

Iva was standing alone under the sacred tree, and the wind blew through the cup of desire, bringing a wisp of sound.

"confused."

"Iva God is confused."

"It seems like He has something difficult to choose."

The whispers in the wind are the cups of desire speaking, they are part of the power of Iva and an extension of will.

What they like most is to eavesdrop on people's voices and steal the emotions and desires in everyone's heart.

And Iva never conceals what he thinks. He even hopes that these cups of desire will tell himself about his emotions, because he often finds it difficult to discover changes in his emotions.

Iva sat under the tree and set the lantern aside.

He stretched and leaned against the tree.

Colorful flames burned in the lantern, which looked mottled, and reflected its color under the shadow of the tree through the glass lampshade.

Each flame carries some memories of happiness, troubles, happiness and loneliness.

Over the years, he has experienced more emotions.

When he learns to be happy, it seems that he can easily understand what troubles are.

When he knows what happiness is, he seems to be particularly prone to loneliness.

Emotions and desires are always opposite each other.

The afternoon sun shines on your body warmly, bringing drowsiness.

“It’s time to go back.”

"What should I do after I go back?"

"Insae God should give me a new mission, right?"

Iva squinted his eyes and murmured to himself under the white sacred tree.

But for some reason, he suddenly felt a little reluctant.

I don’t know if I can’t bear to leave this world, this city, or anything else.

At this time, the Lord of the Dream also looked at Iva from the land given by God, and saw his confusion and troubles.

The fairy waved her golden sleeves and starlight sprinkled on her dress embroidered with dreams.

God sprinkled dreams on earth.

The light shrouded on Iva's body, but Iva fell asleep, like a sleeping child.

He curled up under the tree and slept with a sweet smile.

A beautiful goddess walks down from the sky and comes on a clear afternoon with the wind and the fragrance of flowers.

She was holding a book in her arms, which was the book "The Fairy Tale of the Fairy".

Iva opened her sleepy eyes and saw the other person.

He quickly knelt in front of the other side.

Although he had guessed the return of the Dream Lord when he saw the door of the Kingdom of God open last night, when he saw the other person with his own eyes, he still felt indescribable joy.

"The great dream master Sheila!"

"You finally woke up."

Iva was really just a child to her.

It was she who gave her dream egg to Iva, and it was she who gave him the mission to make Iva a ferryman.

It was also her who allowed Iva to embark on the road of wisdom and crossed the long years between the epochs.

The dream master Shila looked at Iva with a smile, just like when Iva was still a flower of desire hiding in the sacred boat, she looked at him with a warm gaze.

At that time, he had no name, and Sheila was already the messenger of the right throne of the Creator.

"Um!"

"It was you who told everyone my story, so I woke up so quickly."

Sheila picked up the book: "Thank you for this book, I like it very much."

Iva shook his head: "I didn't write this book, I just told the story I heard again."

"Your story, your greatness, your blessings."

"It exists in this world, in the beautiful dreams of all living things."

"It's just that people forget it, and I let them remember it again."

Sheila: "No matter what, I should thank you."

"Iva."

“You do a great job and you are always able to accomplish your mission so well.”

Iva was very happy to hear Sheila applaud him like this.

"I have completed this mission, and after saying goodbye to the believers who have signed a contract with me, I will immediately return to the kingdom of God."

“Accept my new mission.”

Sheila asked Iva softly: "Iva!"

"Why are you always waiting for a new mission? Don't you have anything you want to do?"

Iva didn't speak because he didn't know why.

Once upon a time, there was a blank in his heart. Only the mission from the Creator and the Lord of Dreams could fill this blank, allowing him to feel his existence and meaning.

However, it seems a little different now. He seems to have his own ideas, what he likes and wants to do.

But he had long been accustomed to the day after day of mission reincarnation, as if he had lost his mission and became at a loss.

However, at this moment, the first god who gave him a mission and meaning told him.

"Iva."

"No need to go back, you have a place you should go."

Iva asked the dream master: "Where to go?"

Sheila told Iva: "Did you forget?"

"Someone is still waiting for you."

Sheila's eyes showed a hint of sadness and she sighed softly.

"She has been waiting for you for a long time."

Iva suddenly opened her mouth wide, and of course he knew who the dream master was talking about.

But in the end, it turned into a bitter laugh and shook his head.

"She should have left long ago."

But Sheila told Iva: "No!"

"She's been waiting for you."

Iva didn't understand, but also understood: "Why did she wait for me?"

Sheila told Iva: "You can ask her yourself."

As the starlight flows, the master of dreams turns into bubbles and dissipates under the trees in the afternoon, and in the sun's light.

Leave only one sentence.

"Iva."

"You already have the meaning of your own existence, you have what you want to do, and you have your own companions and fellow travelers."

"Iva."

"You no longer need a mission."

"Go, do what you want to do."

Iva woke up from his dream.

He sat up from under the white sacred tree with a confused expression.

"I."

"No mission?"

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evening.
To be continued...