Under a sky filled with red light,
a tiny shadow suddenly burst forth from where molten iron had been poured, spreading its wings and taking flight!
Whooosh, whooosh, whooosh!
The flying shadow sped straight up along the torch, circling the sky three times before it slowly descended and returned to the base of the torch.
Matthew fixed his gaze for a closer look.
It was a bird, almost the size of a black peacock, with a bald head, an ugly chicken-like appearance, and only its tail feathers shining silver like snow!
Could this be the Divine Phoenix?
Matthew curiously stretched out his hand and made brief contact with the little red bird's rough beak.
In that instant,
a sensation similar to an electric shock spread throughout Matthew's body.
At the same time,
a straightforward thought reverberated in his mind:
"Synapses."
"Why make it so estranged when you are me, and I am you?"
Matthew smiled in realization.
Conversing with his own identity,