This is not the earth, nor the celestial sphere, nor is it located in the starry sky, nor is it located at a known location.
It is just that - a position without a position.
Its name is——
The entrance to the root.
Below, or perhaps outside the huge white vortex above, there is a table and chairs floating there, and a somewhat illusory figure is sitting on the chair with his legs crossed.
"Hmm...a dry red from Lawrence's time."
He held the bottom of the crystal cup with three fingers, and after muttering to himself, he gently drank the red wine in the cup.
Incomparably elegant.
"Ah... is it a habit brought by Lawrence... I always want some dessert now."
Intense and intoxicating dry red wine paired with a little dessert was the most popular way to eat it during the Renaissance. As a "big shot" in Florence for a long time, Lawrence naturally enjoyed this way of eating it.
"Would you like some? Come on, and then continue to listen to my story."
Some illusory figures wanted to show their appearance and said to the person opposite him, but several appearances flashed back and forth on his body, seeming a little unstable.
"Tsk, Ananu has been like this since we separated. Can't we hold on for much longer..."
"So? Do you want some?"
He looked to the opposite side again and asked, his appearance finally stabilized.
It was a young-looking boy with a polite smile on his face.
He is naturally the trace of origin that has been lost from the world. Affected by the "traveler phenomenon" between worlds, he has the appearance of primate mimicry, the thread of primate origin.
That is - ANNO.
It needs to be written in all capital letters, because the person in Britain is Anno, and it is inconvenient to distinguish it without some distinction.
Root Silk knows this.
Faced with the repeated requests of the person opposite, "Would you like some?", the two beings opposite the Root Thread chose to remain silent.
"...It seems that you refused."
The root thread sighed softly.
"This is a dry red produced by Lorenzo's private winery."
Then, as if something had occurred to him, he added: "Oh, it's the Lorenzo named Medici, not the one named Credi."
There are two famous Lorenzos in Florence. One is Lorenzo de' Medici, Lawrence's immediate boss and the master of Florence, and the other is...
Lorenzo di Credi, a fierce man who almost achieved the achievement of killing an anno by himself with only a dagger.
Root Silk poured the dry red wine from the decanter into the crystal cup and continued to enjoy it.
Because he doesn't have much time.
As for how this bottle of high-end dry red, said to be produced from Lorenzo de' Medici's private wine estate, came about...
The root thread has completed its journey, so there is no problem in enjoying what it has experienced during the journey.
The decanter and the crystal glass collided gently, and the root thread made a slight mistake, making a crisp sound.
Ding--
"I don't know if you have ever seen such a scenery."
Not caring about his mistake, he put the decanter aside and held the bottom of the crystal glass with three fingers.
"Behind you is the city gate, and in front of you are the bewildered fairies."
"You are a collective consciousness, not an individual consciousness, but - can you imagine it?"
"Oh, yes, after all, you haven't really seen each other."
A ray of light lit up around the root thread.
A young man with the same appearance as him appeared next to him, but there was no look of sanity in his eyes.
"This is Annuo."
The Thread of Root was introduced to the two beings opposite.
"Inhibitors, this is Annuo."
Root Thread emphasized.
The two restraining forces did not answer.
They couldn't answer either.
He could only look at the root thread with frightened eyes as if he were alone.
In addition to Annuo, there are other lights around the Root Thread.
"This is Laurence Anno Falgault." He was a man with long black hair, elegant temperament, and a European face.
"This is Anno Samura." It was a man with the same long black hair, but not tall, and an Asian face that looked sharp.
"This is Oceanus." He was a man with a blue stubby hair and a figure that could be called "huge". Just looking at his face, you knew he would be very bold.
"This is Nora Brower." He was a little boy wearing British boy's clothes. He looked about ten years old and was very cute.
"This is Xiang An." He was a tall, powerful Asian man with a somewhat sinister aura around him.
"Who is this......"
The last light was still a little dull, and the root thread looked a little confused, then showed an expression of sudden realization, and then smiled and summoned a light spot again.
This light spot is even fainter than the previous light spot.
But when the two lights come together, they become the brightest one.
"These two are Ananu and Enkidu."
They were two beauties who looked exactly the same, and it was impossible to tell whether they were male or female just by looking at their appearance.
The Root Silk drank the dry red in one gulp, stood up from his seat, and then started walking in the void.
"You brought me back to this world. From this point on, I should actually thank you."
He walked to the first Anno, that is, Anno.
"But you have no respect for the roots."
Root Silk sighed softly, seeming very regretful.
"From the beginning until the end of everything, you have not had any respect for the roots."
"Gaia, Alaya, don't you think it's strange?"
He raised his head, with a cold smile.
"Why would a small part of the root cause that has had self-awareness from the beginning be at your mercy?"
"You have planetary thinking and primate thinking respectively. Why haven't you thought about this problem?"
Gaia and Alaya were unable to answer at all. They were completely restricted, restricted by the thread of origin in front of them.
There is no time and no space here, everything is simulated.
Step by step, the thread of origin walks through the mountains of this planet. Step by step, the thread of origin walks through the history of primates.
But his nature dictates that certain things will happen.
The two restraining forces are restricted in the vortex of the source, which is a "destiny".
"You have lost your 'qualification'."
The smile on the corner of Root Silk's mouth was a little cruel, but she was still smiling.