2She turned, she bowed her head, and went on in silence, without thinking of anything and everything. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The spirit of the white fox was also walking blindly on her own, but she didn't think about it at all.

And did the elves in the sky follow her all the time in the sky?

She still didn't know there, and she still didn't understand there.

She didn't seem to be trying to figure it out.

She was just there to walk forward with her head buried in herself, just so wooden, and mechanically stiff and walking forward.

It was a kind of time that I was in it and there was nothing I could do. It's like I don't know what I can do.

However, I found that I could no longer continue to be so calm, and I was as calm as stagnant water.

When she felt that she couldn't stay where she was anymore,

When she felt that her state was so still there that it was as dead and dead, she would be there and want to change.

She just didn't want to stay where she was, because she didn't want to stay where she was anymore, she just wanted to go for a walk.

Because she needs to walk around, she has to walk around, because she doesn't want this feeling of dying like she is about to die.

However, she was still a little heavy and a little weak, but she felt a feeling of physical heaviness and weakness in it.

But no matter how heavy and weak it is. She's still going to break free there,

In the midst of that, I struggled hard, tried to try, adapted, what kind of change, changed again.

Walking, even if there is no goal and direction for a while, but the movement itself seems to be her goal and direction.

It's just that the goal and direction of walking are still messy there.

Sometimes, some general direction and general idea seem to be determined there, and then I think I can act.

I thought I needed to move around, and then, just walking there, or walking there without direction.

She thought she was taking a step there.

But she never dreamed that when she realized that she had gone wrong, when she finally realized that her purpose and direction were out of order,

How much she would regret and regret there, regret why she didn't go in the other direction in the first place, or even if she stayed where she was.

But regret is already too late, and it is pointless and useless.

A lot of times, there is no way to be there, and it is useless, and it took a long, long time,

It took a long, long time, but suddenly I realized that I had made a mistake.

Then, I spent a lot of time and energy there, regretting and wandering there.

And then, it was there that he hesitated.

And then, for a long, long time, and for a long time, to find the direction again, and then it seemed that it was just going back there.

Although I hate to go back, it's like going back and going back to the original point, so why don't you go back in the first place?

But for so long, a long time, in the change of time, there is also something that has changed,

is also in the change of time, and he is also changing in that long time.

It is a kind of self that has changed to the beginning, and it is definitely no longer able to distinguish the self that has changed in the future.

It's a kind of feeling like I don't know myself there.

It's just that I feel a little strange there, and it's a kind of unaccustomation to the strangeness of myself.

It was a general sense of objectivity and turbulence of time.

A person to face himself, whether it is to face the past self, or to face the future imaginary self,

It can only be found and found in that dream, and it seems that it is only found and felt in that memory.

But that memory is also unreal.

The self that a person discovers in the past or in the future is actually unreal and unrealistic, and it is not a very objective self.

Because there is only one objective self, and there is no second one, the real self is not the second, so it is impossible and impossible to find any kind of contrast.

And the current self, whether the current self is doing well, satisfied or not satisfied,

Perhaps, only you know, perhaps, the heart of satisfaction is just a general state of mind.

The white fox's chant was only in the daylight, but in the shade of the trees, walking slowly, slowly moving forward.

She couldn't find out if there was still such a group of elves following her in the sky above her.

She was in no mood or heart to discover and notice them anymore.

Although, the white fox's spirit himself can't be sure what he wants to pay attention to there.

It was only at that moment, when she felt a little strange and frightened, that she just felt a little uneasy and messy there.

She just felt a little uneasy there, and when she was uneasy, she was a little hesitant, she just felt a little bored.

When she feels too bored and depressed there, she can't help but want to vent there.

It's also there that I can't help but want to let go. It's also there that I can't help but want to go for a walk.

Just by that kind of physical movement, maybe you will be there to relax,

Perhaps, when the mind is bored there, walking around is a better way and method to distract the mind.

She walked directionlessly, but, as she walked, the air around her was like death and dead silence,

It no longer seems to be so intoxicating and the dead silence of death and stillness.

She just felt the flow of light in her body there, so she felt as if she was living as she walked.

Because of the kind of changes she felt there, it seemed that one thing was certain there, that is, she was not dead.

She is still walking in the forest, still walking in the forest without a goal, without a direction,

But when the warm sunlight of the day sometimes shone on that clearing, she walked in the clearing,

You will feel the warmth of the sun, as well as the whitish and white glow of the surrounding light and realization.

And when she walked into the shade of the trees, it was a patch of mottled shade that enveloped her, still with some cool feeling enveloping her, and her vision became a little dim there.

In the midst of the changes and surprises, I feel a flow, the flow of time, the flow of warmth, the flow of light,

And she herself was flowing there, as if the blood of life was also flowing and flowing in her own body.

It's not just blood that flows, it's not just blood that flows, and it doesn't seem to be just light.

and the memories and perceptions and sensations that jumped in her own mind, the flowing and the wind,

It was a flow of air, a flow of wind, and it seemed to be a familiar flow.

But why does her breath feel hard there, why does her breathe, with every step,

It seemed to be the wind that was breathing there, and it seemed to be pain, but there was a flowing feeling of pain.

It is a flowing pain, and it seems to be a general mixed feeling of pain that will rest there.

She didn't know what was wrong with her?

I just felt tired and tired, just where I felt like I was crying in pain when I was breathing.

Some things are misty there, and some are obscure,

The white fox's spirit doesn't know how long he is going to walk in such a trance and seems to be so weak that his whole body is going to walk.

Just walking there, it seemed like she had bumped into something there, she was so tired and tired,

She just wanted to look up at something, but only saw a water-blue robe, which seemed to be a person,

The white fox's spirit only felt weak there, and she couldn't even look up at that person.

She was almost about to fall, she was just in the faint and dazed, trying to hold on to her limbs,

But in it, I inexplicably felt as if I had been shrouded by some figure.

The minstrel was just there to feel even the breath, and every moment of the breath was there in pain and pain,

She wanted to go to the room and hold her breath, as if she had to flee and escape from the urge to feel pain.

However, she was in that confusion and crumbling, and she felt that in that confusion, the person she bumped into had already leaned down,

And the man grabbed the neck of the white fox's spirit with one hand, and he touched the throat of the white fox's spirit,

Then, as she spoke, the voice she had heard in that dreamy echo:

"I just gave you a voice, and you are just beginning to use this voice, and that voice is a little uncomfortable with your body.

There will be a period of mutual restraint.

However, it will be good to tolerate it for a while and get used to it. You won't be in pain for long. Do you wish you hadn't breathed now? ”

――Do you want to stop breathing now? What do you mean? Do you want room rest? Does it mean to die?

Although breathing is painful, does not breathing mean death? Why is she going to die? She hadn't taken that into account yet.

The white fox's spirit was just confused there, and she still couldn't make a sound.

I can't ask anything, but I already feel that my body is getting weaker and weaker.

I can hardly continue to support the weight of my body.

She just heard him say in a daze: "Then I'll stop breathing, and you'll be in suspended animation for a while.

You may not feel so much pain and pain when you are in that coma. ”

His voice was gentle and calm there.

When the white fox's spirit didn't react at all, she just felt the hand on her throat start to pinch hard.

Then, she was completely unconscious and unconscious.

A group of elves just watched the white fox fall into the hands of their master in a dumb voice, just looking at each other, not knowing what to do.