The Watcher Bird
I was born from a fragment that split off from the Blue Bird.
The Blue Bird—a familiar of God.Just like me, he can freely alter his size. Sometimes he takes on a massive form, vast enough to blot out the sky. Other times, he becomes a tiny bird, flitting through the air, seemingly enjoying being chased by humans.
Just as the Harvesters, though separated from God’s body, possess their own sense of self—we too become distinct beings once we leave the body of the familiar.
You who do not know God—You must feel it’s unfair, being forced aboard these ships on the final day and told to choose only one among you.
But you are the ones who betrayed him.You gave up your lives far too easily.Because of that, he can no longer uphold this world with his strength alone.
…Let’s not dwell on difficult matters. Yes, let us return to the familiars.
To carry God's will across this vast world, he released us.
So that those who still wish to live may reach him.
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They must not perish along the way. That is our role—the Watcher Birds.
That time—you saw blood stirring beneath the snow.That was what remains of one who had abandoned life.Not even allowed to return to God’s body, they lie buried in the cold, waiting for this world to end.
For a child of the snow to truly sleep,this entire world must be crushed and brought to its end.
And to ease their loneliness,they sometimes try to pull the living down with them.
That night, your life glowed so beautifully in the snow’s reflection—they simply could not resist.
But it wasn’t only the child beneath the snow who found you.
It was I who saw you.
You were beautiful.From a high branch, I watched your curled-up form in the snow below.
…Surely, you don’t think I was captivated by your appearance?
I'm afraid I have no interest in such things.
What does catch my attention, however,is the color of the soul that wraps around beings like you.
Yes—there are times I am truly spellbound by the beauty of a soul.
In that taut, blue night,yours shone with a translucent red, edged in silver.It was the kind of beauty that made time itself seem to vanish.
As a side note, I am quite particular about time.God has no sense of it, so it falls to us Watcher Birds to keep things in order.
And yet I found myself wanting to watch you endlessly.
Then—I sensed a disturbing tint of blood near you.
It was only natural, I suppose.If your soul could draw me in, it would surely attract others as well.
Your soul slipped along the snow, trembling in fear.
Ordinarily, I would never intervene. But in that moment,I knew I had to save you.
No—there was no knowing or deciding.It was simply inevitable. You began to run, and I chased you.
When I saw the landscape shifting to trap you,even I felt a twinge of panic.
And so I acted—descending to the earth in human form.