It seems, really, that this is the end?

God had a long, long dream and woke up from his slumber, and the dream was still visible. {We don't write novels, we're just online text porters - in our dreams, he, who has not yet become a god, crawls on the ground like an ant, marching through the mud with difficulty, crawling out little by little, and falling little by little.}

Obviously so small and fragile, but never give up persistence, maybe full of filth, maybe helpless, quiet heart is always the same, just as when it was not moved by external objects.

It's just that I pity the warmth, that wipe, the warmth that inexplicably wraps the whole body in the later stage, supports him to go all the way more persistently, even when he sank into the darkness, it has not dissipated, and it has endured for a long time, until he truly breaks through himself, he was actively abandoned, the only regret is that he has never explored the origin of that warmth.

Abandoning the warmth, even if he breaks through himself, he feels more lonely than being an ant, and he can't feel the temperature, but he is even more cold.

Time no longer means anything to him, and he often can't help but fall into thinking.

Is it better to never start?

Isn't it better to still crawl forward?

Is it better to choose who to stay for?

Isn't it better to hug warmth?

The choice has been abandoned by him, he has always been a road to the end, so many ifs, so many choices, for him, there is never zài.

So, is it possible to choose to go back to the intersection of time and let him choose again, this time, he wants to choose another option.

Yiqiē is just a fantasy, not to mention whether he will choose other choices with his persistence, only to say that even as a god, there are forbidden areas that cannot be touched.

The torrent of time is one of them, it is the www.biquge.info of life, the end of death, the end of life, and the www.biquge.info of death.

Any consciousness that enters into it will be annihilated, not to mention that God Himself is a mass of consciousness formation, unless he chooses to completely annihilate his self-consciousness.

Can it be done?

Can't do it.

There is still a road ahead, and even if it is foggy, he will only choose to go all the way.

God in the boring sober time, casually lit a star stone around him, according to the long memory, it will be fixed in a teacup shape, ceramics-like white smooth and round cup body, light ink color twig pattern covering the body, if you ignore the cute two-dimensional big eyes, and small arms as thin as toothpicks, it is also a good work of art, and now, can only be counted as, wonderful.

Holding this teacup, God sincerely felt nostalgic, even if what he missed was only the undisciplined storage zài in his memory.

"Cup, you call CupCup." God nodded at the rim of the cup and said to the teacup that was blinking ignorantly.

Teacups, no, it's cups from now on.

Cup Cup grinned happily, his thin little arms tightly hugged God's fingers, and his ignorant eyes were full of attachment to "Father, Lord......"

If it's so cute in your memory, isn't your memory so disgusting?

Maybe it's empathy, maybe it's loneliness, maybe it's just a game, God holds the cup in the palm of his hand and spoils it, the good and the bad, as long as it is what the cup wants, God will send it to the cup, only, except for a little.

The world is so wonderful that it is difficult to extricate yourself from it, whether it is God, man, or something else.

Soon, the cup that grew up and was no longer ignorant was no longer satisfied with being a thing, it wanted to be like a god, with a straight body and slender limbs. Even though the appearance of this artifact was made for it by God.

It began to take advantage of the dormant nature of the gods to secretly, regardless of whether it was good or bad, to cultivate the exercises that the gods had collected for it, and to eat the heavenly and earthly treasures that it could bear, in order to transform into a human like the demons on the land.

At this point, the cultivation of the cup is constantly expanding, and while the cultivation is expanding, the dark side of the heart is also expanding, constantly tempting the bright side.

It is not satisfied with being just a plaything, it is not satisfied with God's occasional teasing, it is not satisfied with God looking away through it, it wants more and more.

The dark side that cannot be satisfied is increasingly devouring the light side that is tempted.

Collapse is nothing but a moment, waiting, but also the mercy of time.

God, just when the cup is about to be extinguished, wakes up, and the cup at this time is only half a step away from collapse, and half a step later, it is its destruction.

How? God woke up too late, and the cups crumbled too quickly.

In order not to completely collapse and shatter the cup, the god had no choice but to seal the consciousness of the cup, and then throw it into the torrent of time, hoping that the torrent of time would clear its darkness.

This is the only and final thing God can do for it.

A long, long time has passed since the cup was sealed, and the still lonely god fell asleep and woke up, accustomed to standing by the torrent of time, looking at the rolling torrent, and observing the tributaries belonging to the cup.

Originally, God simply threw the cup into a small, tiny tributary so that it could wash away the darkness without disturbing cause and effect.

But for some reason, when God fell into a deep sleep, the tributary that had deviated from it inexplicably merged with the majestic main road, and the cups in the tributaries also floated to the middle of the torrent of time as a matter of course.

God watched intently at the cup that floated in the torrent of time, trying to see through its originally shattered fate.

"No!" With a single glance, God let out a cry of sorrow.

After becoming a god, even in the god who had no feelings, he panicked for the first time, intermittently, and the looming fate appeared in front of his eyes, and a sense of familiarity arose, but it was definitely not the ending he wanted to see.

God tried to disrupt fate, he stepped into the torrent of time, wanting to get the cup back, but he didn't want the torrent of time to be worthy of being a forbidden area, even if it was a god, he was not allowed to trespass.

Therefore, the moment God touched the torrent of time like water and light, the solidified body instantly flew away and returned to a dark and unknown circle of light.

Re-solidified the physical god, looking at the torrent of time in a daze, and the cups that were gradually drifting away in the torrent, the inexplicable bitterness and depression in his heart.

"It turns out that fate didn't let me have a choice from the beginning, right?" The solidified body laughed, but the smile could not penetrate the depths.

It's just that, saying this, God doesn't want to accept his fate again, and for him, it is enough to accept his fate once.

The god dissolves the entity, snuffs out his own consciousness, leaving only the deepest obsession, and throws himself into the torrent of time in a hazy and decisive way.

If, if that was an inevitable fate, he also wanted to chisel a gap with his own hands.

"Never, don't, compromise ......"

The bright or dark aperture of light swells in the flood of time, and even if it cannot engulf it, it must be constantly consumed.

I don't know if his choice this time will really be as he wants.