The worm lay in the darkness.
In the crevices of time, it sleeps painfully.
No one can wake it up.
It dreams great dreams.
Softly, a white figure appeared before it.
It continued sleeping, unaware of the visitor's presence.
Oh, worm, a worm slumbering for the welfare of all humankind.
Who, who is here to disturb you at this moment?
Do they not know how impolite it is to wake a sleeping soul?
Oh, good worm, it remains in its painful, silent slumber.
The white figure approached, carrying a black sword at its waist.
He slowly walked closer, scrutinizing the worm's old and decrepit face.
"You stopped time?" The White Knight touched the worm's body, gently asking.
The worm awoke, unable to see but feeling the cold transmitted through the hand on its body.
"Chen Ke...?" the worm softly murmured.
"Is that his name?" The White Knight whispered.
"Who are you?" The worm sensed the presence of someone else.
"I am His messenger," replied the White Knight.
