The fourth race is near the last ferry crossing

The front widens and a platform appears.

Red-Haired Gnome: A mushroom is picked up, an earthworm catches it, hurry up, don't let the gophers escape there, we have to catch some fish at the last ferry.

Visitor: Grief walks with me, powerlessness accompanies me. You see, Gullian gnome, I have become an old woman, and it is difficult to keep up with you. Why should I go with you, how do you want me to meet people with this face?

Red-Haired Gnome: That's not my concern. I warn you, poor fellow, not to equate me with a weak dwarf, you are not qualified to call me so. Although the gnomes of Gurien are outcasts of fate, we all have a glorious past. Dignity and glory are with us, and wisdom and profundity coexist with us. I, the owner of this mighty name, ask you to give me enough respect.

There was a sound of pulp, and a boat came in a river.

Ferrywoman: Hahahaha, ridiculous dwarf, you're playing with your self-righteousness again, why don't you say this to Tesbel? Your hypocrisy and arrogance are as worthless as the water in the Sulayan. Come on, come on, why don't you take out your deeds back then and shake it, finally a patient listener came. I'm afraid that you have no shame to tell that sad nest, you defeated reptiles, are still fantasizing about your original reputation. I advise you to fish obediently, there are only fishy worms in the mud of Gurian, and it is rare that you have the opportunity to eat two fatty fish, and if you don't beg me, I will lend you the best nets. Oops, forgot, to give you enough respect, I'm going to call you by your full name now, Mr. Red Potato in the Mud, hahahaha.

Red-Haired Gnome: Ingisan, I curse you, abominable Ingisan. I have long since become intolerant of your insults and ridicule of us, and to withdraw your cheap mercy, who said that I would borrow a net from you to catch fish. As a gentleman, I am only escorting this lady here, how can I take the opportunity to ask for any advantage?(Fist shake) The reputation of Gurien is not to be slandered by you, I will appeal to the Twelfth Committee, in the name of the hot volcano, you wait, you wait to bear my endless wrath.

The red-haired midget ran as fast as he could.

Ferrywoman: What kind of lady, get on board. We still have a long way to go, and we don't care about that lowly dwarf, who is just living in his own daydreams. Haha, in fact, he didn't even have a chance to see the sun, and what daydreams were he talking about. Quick, come up, and depart from here on the Lost Shore, the only and last ferry on earth. Of course, there is only one destination for everyone who comes here. What are you waiting for, I can't stay too long, I have to go.

The female ferrywoman pulls the visitor onto the boat and rows out into the darkness.

The fifth on board

Visitor: Ingisan, I should call you Miss Ingisan, it's so dark here, can you really see the passage ahead?

Ferryman: What kind of lady, just call me Ingissan. As you said, it's time to light the lights. Do you want to light one, or two?

Visitor: Miss Ingilshan, I am Andilia, greetings to you. Whether to light a lamp or two lamps seems to be a matter of asking for your opinion, and I think that if you can at least see the channel ahead, you should light a lamp at the bow of the ship.

Ferrywoman: Hehe, Andilia, that's really for you. Now that you have said it, look, the bow of the ship is lit up.

A light lit up on the bow of the ship, and the visitor suddenly covered one eye.

Visitor: Oh my God, why can't I see in one eye?

Ferrywoman: Andilia, as I said earlier, I want to ask you, since you have decided to give the bow of the ship light, it is natural that you will come in exchange for one of your eyes. You should be glad that the stern lights are not on.

Visitor: I don't seem to be sad anymore, "I can't buy what you want, and I can't pay the terrible price." Yes, I should have understood the meaning of this sentence a long time ago, go ahead, as long as I reach the Lost Shore and see Rollin, I will have no regrets. Miss Ingisan, why does this river look so wide, and why have I never heard of such a large river?

Ferrywoman: Andilia, this is the Suran River in the Underworld, it is endless, it runs through the entire Underworld. As for what you've never heard, it's because few people who come to the underworld return to the surface. Don't talk anymore now, it's good for you and me.

A man slowly drifted in the distance.

Visitor: Behold, that's Rollin, that's Rollin, get him up, get him up.

The visitors fished with their hands and found nothing.

Ferrywoman: The end of the Sulayan River is connected to the River Styx, and resentment in the abyss of the underworld will spring up from time to time. All you see is the resentment and the illusion of your thoughts. You've caused us a lot of trouble, so keep your mouth shut.

In the river, there was a hand stretched out to cling to the edge of the boat, and the female ferryman drove it away with a slurry, and the boat slowly sailed away.

Scene 6: The Lost Shore

Ferrywoman: Look at the glimmering land, which is where our destination is, and the banks of the river covered with dark leaves are the beginning of loss. Andilia, you don't have much time to linger, I'll light a conjuring candle at the stern. Before the candle is extinguished, you must return to the ship, or you will face the torture of the fire of Hell forever.

The female ferrywoman rows to the shore, lights candles, and the visitors come ashore.

Visitor: The Lost Shore, this is the Lost Shore. Soft grass, shimmering blades of grass. Ah, it's tougher than I thought it was, and it cut my fingers.

The visitor walks forward, fogging.

Visitor: Rollin, dear Rollin, where are you? I finally arrived here, but I can't see you. Could it be that you know my predicament and deliberately avoid meeting me? No, I won't believe it. You have said that you will keep me in your heart, whether I am old or dead. As I swear to you, the ends of the earth will be with you.

A ghost appeared in front of him, walking back and forth.

Ghost: Where did I come from and where am I going? Why am I fighting and why am I dying? What am I looking for, what am I running away from? I come from the past and want to move into the future? I am fighting for justice and dying for depravity? I am chasing the truth and escaping lies? Why is there no answer, why is there no end? The pain that cannot be broken through lies in the confusion of finding the source of difficulties, and the insurmountable shackles are the starting point of thinking confusion in ignorance. My eyes were dark, and only the fire of my heart could guide me, and I was waiting to find the last source of inspiration in the long and boring wandering. Whether it is God's favor or the accident of fate, I will be buried under my own thoughts after all.

Visitor: Rollin, dear Rollin, it's you, it's really you. Your Andilia came to see you, and they told me all the words that were life-threatening. But when I see you, I feel that everything is worth it. Take a look and look at your Andilia.

Ghost: What is the value of survival? Why is it the question of life? Is it justice? What a great word, but the justice of the weak is almost a reflection in the water, which can be viewed but not touched; is freedom? What a noble pursuit, but the invincible strong will not accept the call of death? The chains of destruction are always wrapped around the neck, what is freedom, where is the real freedom? The world will eventually be destroyed, this is the eternal law, and it is an endless shackle. Money, fame, power, status, are these? But I'm not dead? How can I ask? Hey, old woman, what do you say is the value of life?

Visitor: Rollin, dear Rollin, I'm Andilia. Isn't the value of survival, survival with you? I gave everything to see you, isn't this value? Don't you recognize me? Why don't you call my name?

Ghost: Andilia, I remember her, a shining star that shines brightly in the dark clouds of the night. I seem to remember her sunny smile, her lark-like voice, her talking eyes, her teeth as white as snow, her waterfall blonde hair, and her glow as the setting sun. Andilia, where are you, and how dazzling are you, will you lose your brilliance?

Visitor: Rollin, look at me. I am your Andilia. I would only shine when I am with you, don't you know? I wanted to die with you, but someone told me how to live to meet you. So I came, and though my body had changed, my heart was beating the same. How I want to throw myself into your arms, but I can't even see what you look like. You are so vague, like a wisp of green smoke that will dissipate in the wind at any moment.

Ghost: Isn't life just a wisp of green smoke? How ridiculous, the smoke cleared and nothing was left. A hundred years from now, who will remember you and me? Who is Andilia? Who am I? Listen, when the wind comes, everything will blow away.

The wind blows, the fog slowly dissipates, the ghost disappears, and the voice of the female ferryman is heard.

Ferrywoman: Andilia, hurry up and get on the boat, the candle of the conjuring is about to go out.

Visitor: He's gone, he's gone. They didn't even call me or look at me. It's ridiculous, it's really sad, why is this, why? Is giving and expecting in exchange for indifference and ruthlessness? Trekking and longing are not to fulfill despair and frustration? Haha, how ridiculous, saying that you will not forget, saying that you will stay for the rest of your life. Is this the result? He can't even hear my heart, love? It turns out that this is love, and he should have thought of it a long time ago. Look at me, I'm just an old woman, a hoarse and toothless old woman, and blind in one eye. Haha, I'm not Andilia, Andilia is not that stupid, she's dead, she's been dead for a long time, and her heart is dead.

The visitor sat on the ground and did not move.

Ferrywoman: Andilia, the candle is out.

The ground cracked, the magma tumbled, and a three-handed monster emerged.

Ranger: I hate the smell of it, the freshness of the wind makes me vomit. Well, a blood-stained blade of grass, who is it? Where did the mortals trespass into the realm of the underworld? A living creature, a damned living creature, the feast began.

The rangers grabbed the visitors and burrowed back into the ground.

Scene 7 on the Sulaan River

Female ferryman rows a boat, and a female soothsayer and female psychic are reflected on the river.

Female Fortune Teller: Praise love, it gives courage to sacrifice.

Female Psychic: Cursed love, it is disorienting and destructive.

Lady Ferryman: Thank you for the love and a good deal.

Three (chorus): Praise the nobility of love, curse the confusion of love, but it can't compete with the arrangement of fate, and the end of time is ahead. What didn't come was despair, what left was hope, who was in control of fate, the Sulayan River flowed forever, and the Sulayan River flowed forever......

The female ferryman is gone.

(ENDS)

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