Chaos flooded Daniel's mind. It had been a very long time since the last time he had used his brain this intensely just to find the answer to a single question, so long that even he found it surprising.
It wasn't that he had no answers. He did.
But he knew that none of those answers were what this Pagoda was looking for.
And yet, no other answer came to his mind. Any other answer would just be a lie.
For him, there was only one answer: power.
The only reason he wanted eternity was to become stronger.
It was as if the Pagoda sensed his confusion. The silence suddenly broke.
The white ground beneath his feet rippled, slowly turning into a transparent surface, like an endless mirror. Daniel saw his own reflection, but not as he was now. The image began to change. First, it became wounded. Then old. Then bent and fragile. And finally… it stopped.
