The singing did not stop.
It rose from the stars like a warm golden ocean, swelling with the voices of three hundred and twenty billion living souls.
From the coal-dusted mines of Galaxy #312, from the great looms of Weaver-Nine, and from the quiet farming plains of Planet Green-Mist, golden streams of pure, unstained gratitude flowed across the void. They crossed light-years in the blink of an eye, drawn by an irresistible karmic gravity toward Bullion Tower.
In Galaxy #102, a young mother named Li sat beside her cradle, rocking her newborn baby.
“Big Brother Lin Mo gave us fresh air and clean water,” she whispered with a gentle smile, kissing the child’s forehead. “May the stars protect his path.”
Her prayer turned into a golden sparrow of pure spiritual light, winging its way into the cosmic currents.
Out in Galaxy #312, Blacksmith Tie Shan and his daughter Xiao Mei stood atop their iron forge.
Tie Shan struck his heavy anvil once, sending a brilliant shower of sparks into the night. “Chairman Lin freed our children from blood-slavery!” Tie Shan roared with joy. “Every hammer blow in this galaxy belongs to his name!”
