"To tell the reason why, let's first go back to the beginning." (Marigold)

Pushing it all to the side, Marigold scrolls the whiteboard back to the start, where the first dot is made.

Dot made into a line, line made into a pattern, pattern into a picture, showing again the scenery of harmony.

“From that moment on, the world is born as ancient and immemorial.”

“From the first light to the first celestial, from then the first earth and the first sky, from then the first mountain, river, and sea, down to the first life to swim, then walk."

“From the time when forests grew and animals roamed, the world's history is already vast, is already full, is already exciting, and is already fulfilling.”

The world loves everything, and especially they love life.

Starting out from the smallest of just a few thousand atoms to the complexity of octillion and nonillion, they have watched life live, rise, consume, and thrive. They're part of the grand time, and also shaping it just by their breath, their gait, their thought, and their feeling.

The world likes communication.

Having given everything they can for the sake of life to propagate, they want to do more, they want to talk more...They want to hold life close, and share within their confine every truth, and every cranny.

But...when they tried to touch, the world just passed through them.

“[The world wants to tell, but the world can’t touch].”

“Different from the world that is eternal and spiritual, life is transient and physical.”

Drawing on and on, Marigold depicts colorfully, how the world tries to reach life's soul through their limb.

They’re the wind that caress and fill their lungs and lift their wings, yet life doesn’t notice.

They're the water that moistens their throat and wash their skin and propel their fin, yet life doesn't care.

They’re the earth that supports their feet and feed their bark and shake their body, yet life doesn’t seem to bother.

“The history, the grand time, the world remember them all."

"Yet, the world can only tell through breezes, through tremors, through fleeting thoughts, through random dreams. All of it is too brief and too faint for life to hear."

“The world remembers them all, for the world lives through them all. Life isn't, so life can't, and life eventually forgets, no matter how grand, no matter how important…”

The connection between life and the world has always been thin, despite how much they changed it.

No matter how much the world tries to talk to the life within its bosom, most lifeforms don't seem to notice, and they will spend their entire life not thinking much more than their need and desire.

Some lives do attain a deeper connection with the world by sheer force of chance, and the world does become more lively. However, those lives then decided to become the star that dotted the world, and the world turn silent again.

[The World Remember, but The World Can't Tell]. It has been the case for quite a long long while now.

However, nevertheless, the world still likes conversation, and still loves life. As long as the world continues to be as they were, the world will still try, no matter how little it matters.

Then, the sentient comes. And after that, the sapient.

They managed to create something that piqued the world's interest.

“Question, would it finally be Story now?” The Headmaster impulsively raises his hand, asking impatiently

“Good question, but that is still a while away. Headmaster.” Temporarily stopping the history lesson, Marigold takes time to answer. "Before Story can come, something else must come first, so please be patient.”

“Hmph, as if we haven’t been waiting for forever at this poin-Ooophm!?” (Headmaster)

“Headmaster, please dig your head into the ground if you don’t like listening that much, I insist.” (Merlis)

“U-Umpfhu! (No, I do, I do! I really want to see this to the end, so please lift this off, Grand Sage!)” (Headmaster)

Annoyed by the complaint, Merlis dug his head literally six feet under with her giant cane, making him nearly choking on the worms. Only until his mouth is full of gravel does he’s allowed to dig himself back up again, and only when his mouth is sealed shut does peace return to the land.

Safe to say again, Merlis takes learning opportunities extremely seriously.

"...Well, anyway, back on track." Marigold continued on quickly, lest the Headmaster get himself into more trouble. She paints the stuff people have made, which makes the world pay attention.

It was of pattern and shape, it was of ordered vibration and waveform, it was of predictable sound and repeated sign…

“Yeah, let's not be coy about this, it was word and language. Mer-sis has already talked about this before, but it’s also important from the world’s perspective.” (Marigold)

“It was important?...Was it because it allows life to crystallize truth into forms they can recognize?” (Merlis)

“Yep.” (Marigold)

Finally, life has ways to comprehend the truth, instead of just living beside it like before. They know how to categorize the mountains and rivers, chart the pattern of stars up above, and record down the passage of time.

From words and language, born lasting knowledge. From knowledge, born eternal wisdom. And through their effort of repetition and preservation, life can now escape the confine of their physical self, and transcend their perspective to that of the world, establishing proper connection and communication.

And for that, the world was happy.

“They now have a way to talk, not fearing the message would pass carelessly by. Life can now know more about all the truth the world can offer, through the cumulative knowledge and effort which lasts through countless generations.”

"The world cares naught who would hear it, nor what they would use it for. The world is just happy that they can share the truth, and add to the wonders of life's countless actions, in all of its varied forms."

“And for that, the world was satisfied…Though, not for long.”

Something happens with all the words and language people are talking and writing, as Marigold draws upon the world's curiosity.

It was a simple structure, so plainly for the audience to stare at oddly.

'First, there was one thing, then there was another'

It all started out so simple, simply linking one event to another, describing continuity and causality. That is all fine and dandy, the world observed.

But, people weren’t satisfied with just that, and quickly found ways to iterate upon it.

‘’First, there were two things, then there were three'

First, people add logic to the sentences, making them make sense, and adding more context.

‘First, there was one fish, then there were two.

One of them is red, another one blue.'

Then, they tried adding more contexts, details, and scenes. They want to elaborate, they want to build upon.

‘First, there was one fish, then there was another.

And then a dragon came, and everyone died (Kyu).’

Then they added humor, and with it a...dragon?

“Dra-kun, don't you think it's a bit inappropriate?" (Marigold)

The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.

“Kyukyu~ (Sorry sorry~, this actually feel so criminally right for some reason~)” (Dragon)

Pinching the shit-eating troublemaker and swiftly throwing her back into the seat, Marigold wants to continue on with the diegetic mood. However, seeing that the cheeky dragon even manages to draw a doodle version of herself, scaring all the doodle people away, she has no choice but to sigh.

Obviously, someone is going to take up trash-cleaning duty tonight, as Rose’s scolding glare can attest.

“Ahem…Well, as you can see, the world pays more and more attention to the way people play around with their words, as they get more and more complex.” Leaving Dragon to her own device, Marigold ad-libbed “They slowly add beginning, middle, and end. They create background and character and all things in between. They rhyme and make poems and generally make words more flowery, to fit a tone or a mood."

“Looking closer and closer, the world finally realizes something, at the end of it all…"

They were making a form of narrative. A recontextualization, to put all that they have learned from the world into something new.

Some were making it to explain the world, some were making it to entertain. Some were making it to express their feeling, to remember, to put themselves onto the world’s stage, to commemorate, to act out their life, to make anew.

They were putting their experience into shape, perspective into form. They were making a world within a world, filled only with their thought and mind, from what used to be disparate ideals into a structured truth.

To make something into more of itself, by injecting brand-new meaning. An endless emergence of worlds beyond worlds, filled with realities the universe hasn't seen before.

“From these so-called stories, as the people called, countless miracles have been born. Those endless miracles that forever shaped everything just from the way they act, the way they sing, the way they share…”

With a flick of the pen, Marigold dragged out all these brand new worlds of countless thoughts out of the whiteboard into the air above, under the countless engrossing eyes.

The world of myth and legend, made of poems and epic so grand. The world of comedy and tragedy, with its fluttering high and soulful low. The world of fantasy and fiction, filled with otherworldly wonder and impossible visions. The world of reality and life, filled with tenderness, introspection, and care…

They proliferate, and birth countless more, and expand endless more, and spread unto infinities of ever after. They rise like air, like clouds, like lights reaching into forever, and together they paint all of themselves across the cosmic sphere.

And for that, the universe was in bliss, its color shining ever more brilliantly.

And for that, the universe is rich with furthermore patterns, made out of brand new meanings carved into constellations, tales that were crafted into heaven.

And for that, [The World Love Story]. For all the magic they have done, the world recognizes them all...

“And so, that brings us back to the first sentences...Uh, everybody?”

Now, there is a problem.

Marigold goes back to the whiteboard, intending to finish up the lesson with the details and the practical example, when she notices that everyone keeps staring above, still looking at the unfolding pictures, mesmerized.

‘? Shouldn’t those pictures have dissipated by this point? I'm sure it's nothing big…' With those assumptions in mind, she also leans her head upward to take a look…

...And realize that she was deeply wrong.

The clear bright sky has turned into a dark starry night.

Millions…no, trillions upon trillions of stars are shining brilliantly, as if wanting to reveal themselves from the endless veil. They started dancing vigorously, rearranging themselves excitedly, and then began to draw upon the dark canvas the line of pattern once hidden,

[! Your picture resonates with the universe's heart! The truth is retold, and beauty is rediscovered!]

[Stories that were once silent, are now echoing endlessly! The universe is revealing all hidden [Epic] of the cosmos!]

[The celestial ceiling is rearranging, to match your work of art. It’s in the midst of the world’s attention...]

[The Gods are stunned!]

[The Dragons are stunned!]

[A certain fairy are caught mesmerized…]

(! Not world-scale, but universal? Oh shoot…)

Marigold didn’t need to look at the endless popping panel, to know that she had messed up big time.

She really intended for it to be small, dashing up her lesson with a bit of flair. With how hard she is trying to control herself, that usually would have been the case, and it would just have been a little bit of fancies in the sky.

But thanks to countless factors involved, it ended up being a monumentally big deal. For now, three major reasons are the cause:

1. The [unique properties] of the central continent,

as well as the standing of the planet Modon…

2. The eccentricity of her [existence],

and its connection with the universe.

3. The result of her action and relationship, achievement, and limit-breaking.

Most notably, with the force of boundary.

(In other words, it’s spoiler, spoiler, and extra-spoiler! Auhh, not to mention this world’s Heaven is hollow and unrestrained as well...which is our fault to begin with, crud!)

Distressed, Marigold spun the wheel of her mind and looped it countless times, as she watched helplessly at the starry sky streaking at a breakneck pace.

With the way the universe overreacts in such a passionate way, it's only a matter of time before it turns into something permanent. If she let it go on, it wouldn't just stop at the ceiling of this world, but to the entire cosmic structure of the universe, and if that were to be the case…

It would be the most messy, most disruptive, and most attention-grabbing “I’m here” sign ever made by a single individual since the dawn of time.

(Wait, surely it couldn’t be that horrendous, right!? No matter how much we do, surely even that would be stretching it, no? That usually should be impossible-)

[Impossible Achiever

Rank: Incalculable

Description: The title for one who achieves the impossible.

Effect:

* You can change fate greatly.

* Impossible events will occur in your favor more often.]

“...Goddamnit, why would this of all things be in my favor!?”

At her wit’s end, she unintentionally leaked out a swear, though thank goodness everyone outside is too distracted by the literal universe-revolving event above to notice.

Well, that now includes nearly all the living beings on the surface of the earth though, so that isn't good news. This already extends far beyond the scope of the capital all of a sudden, and she still has to figure out a way to solve this…

[The [Absolute Dragon] asks the Universe to slow down (Kyu).]

It was then that Dragon uttered her word up in the sky, where her doodle ended up.

The little doodle that followed to the sky above, turned into an overwhelming and majestic presence, dominating the endless space. Only with a domineering pressure that commands all to listen, does the universe start to stall.

[The [Absolute Dragon] asks them to stop, and don’t be hasty (Kyu).]

[The [Absolute Dragon] said, that lesson time isn't over yet. The [Unparalleled Fist] hasn't taught the most important part yet, one that they all shouldn't miss.]

[Stop, and turn your eyes over. Look at them and observe, for the final magic trick they will show (Kyu).]

The cosmos finally stopped, and immediately the stars neatly found their seat, their light all pointing toward her.

Staring intensively, sparkling curiously, the universe is now looking at her. After such an extraordinary and precious deed, they want to know what she will do next, their heart filled with expectation.

“...That is quite an expectation. They’re basically asking me to do stuff more extravagant than the literal stars spinning and dancing.” (Marigold)

“Kyu~ (Well, I have to set it up like this, you know? It’s difficult even for me to tell an entire universe to stop acting like kids, no~?)” (Dragon)

“...Then what’s with that extremely smug ‘I-expected-that-to-happen’ face and extremely obnoxious ‘you’re welcome’ tone?” (Marigold)

“Kyu~~ (Oh, you're too kind, Mari-sis~~. Let just say I have complete faith, as usual.)” (Dragon)

“Uu... these kinds of things don't happen that much, back in our places…” (Marigold)

More than just protesting, Marigold really, really wants to rip apart that tauntingly pinchable face, smiling ear-to-ear at this very moment. It hurt even more that Big Sis Rose didn't put a stop to it, proving that she was doing the right thing.

Later on, when they log out, she really needs to "play" with her as hard as she can, until Blanc is as soft as jelly...But right now, she needs to focus and compose herself.

Marigold closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Within an instant, her mind is as tranquil as a still lake, free of all disturbance, and clear of all doubt.

Opening her eyes naturally, she looked confidently at the audience, who just now regained their enraptured consciousness. With a clear and happy voice, she caught everyone's attention once again, clearing their mind in an instant.

“Well, with all that is happening, I believe you understand what I mean, when I show you this.”

[Story is Magic, is the Miracle itself], she tapped onto these words again. Gazing above, with eyes full of wonder and clarity, she leads the audience to once again marvel at the impossible wonder happening above, capturing perfectly still.

It was as if she had planned all this, the audience thought. If they hadn't caught Marigold's adorable flustering earlier along with Dragon's punchable face, they could have been fooled.

But right now, it’s hard to think otherwise. How can that be, when everything is revolving within her open wide-eye, at this unprecedented moment?

And yet, it isn’t over yet.

“Now though, that still doesn’t explain what [Primordial Magic]… or in other words, what [Story Magic] is. I have shown you so far how the story itself is magical, but I haven't shown you how that could have materialized. What did the “Storyteller” of old do, to harness and utilize the miracle shown before your very eyes?”

“Well first, let us begin with setting up the scene; It was on a night quite like this, when the Teller of Yore began to let their heart unfold…"

The bright day, has turned into a brilliant night.

As all the celestials quietly watch the world below, and all eyes are on the bright flickering flame…

A story is retold once again, through the voice of an extraordinary teller of the cosmos.