Countless eons ago, within Padmaloka, there a celestial pool, filled with the eternal life energy. Many kinds of Padma – water lily grew there. It made breathtaking sacred scenery.
One of the Padma was the oldest, it big enough that its essence core has sufficient dimensional space for a person to take leisure within.
Yes, there was a person, a young teenager around his sixteenth. He was laying down with a book in his hand. He usually came around twice or thrice every seven days. And he would stay there to read a book or two.
Nothing seemed unique with this young boy, yet everything about him was mystical. There is no worldly energy or mana fluctuation on him. But each time he breathed in and breathed out, the laws of the universe follow his breathing, dancing and running around within and outside him. If he was laughing while he read, the laws were jumping in happiness, if he was frowning while he read, the laws became terrified.
This continued for couple more eons, until one day, he was no longer alone. But there was a pair of spiritual eyes started to form not long ago and watched him with curiosity.Read more