Purgatory.

"Tsk. Madison pursed the corners of her lips suddenly.

Leo glanced at Madison beside him, "What's wrong?"

"I'm wondering how to describe purgatory. Madison continued to follow Leo through purgatory.

"Why do you describe purgatory?" asked Leo.

"If I'm going to write a story for someone else, I have to describe where the story happens. Madison glanced tentatively to the left and right, "It's like this chapter of you and me, uh, it could be called 'Conversations in Purgatory.'" Well, if I can't describe purgatory to everyone, this conversation doesn't make sense. ”

"Why?" Leo blinked.

It was Leo who took Madison out of that infinite plane of space on the grounds that he wanted Madison to supplement his thoughts. Leo had accepted that Madison's way of keeping his mind 'active' was to continue to conceive his book manuscript.

So Leo was no longer bothered by the fact that Madison continued to think that he still had a chance to get out of purgatory. Just with Madison.

"Because neither you nor I are important characters. Madison waved his hand, "If we're going to take up space in the story, we've got to have enough gimmicks." Madison rolled his eyes, "Chapter title, 'Two Dragons Chat', will you read it?"

Leo tilted his head, "No. ”

"So the gimmick came, what can we attract attention without the halo of the protagonist?" Madis spread his arms, dazzling the same color, around his open arms.

"It's here. Leo began to understand the thoughts of a storyteller, "It's purgatory, it's a place for us to chat." ”

"Exactly. "Madis is unusually 'self-conscious', "As a trick, bringing a little 'exotic' to this story is our function now." And I ......," Madis regained his helpless look when he uttered that 'tsk', "I find that my current ability to express myself cannot describe this place......"

The dragon set can't even complete its own only function. He can't show us what the world of purgatory is like from his perspective.

End of chapter......

"How would you describe the space you were in?" Leo didn't seem to give up on his space.

Madison shook his head silently, "Plane, boundless plane." ”

"Oh, it's an image. ”

Madison shrugged his shoulders, "Don't take care of my feelings. There is no flat surface, so I don't have to think about any description. Glancing around, his eyes were filled with various shades of light, "But here's ......"

"It's better to ...... Can you first explain to the people who read the story, here, the relationship with your previous plane?"

Madison blinked, expressionless, "Here, it's Purgatory, the infinite plane I was on before is a space in Purgatory...... Maddison looked at Leo, "You, the gatekeeper of Purgatory, lied to me that you entered and exited through the 'door'. But there are no doors at all. Madison's footsteps began to work harder, and as he stepped on it, the colors rippled like ripples. Madison pouted, "It's a pit!"

"You can't describe it yourself, you can quote the classics that exist in the world as a metaphor~" Leo smiled.

"What's the analogy?" said Madison, pouting, "is this kind of abyss that you fall into while walking?" ”

"Yes~" Leo tilted his head, "It's called 'Rabbit Hole'." ”

Madison frowned, "Uh, the rabbit hole in Alice's Wonderland?"

"Uh-huh. Leo shrugged his shoulders, "It's hidden in an inconspicuous place, and the only way to enter it is to stumble, but it's connected to a huge space." And inside is a completely different world from the outside of the cave. 'Rabbit hole'. ”

Madison tilted his head, "I believe that the 'rabbit hole' is more of a metaphor in reality than an illusion that doesn't exist. ”

"That's right, that plane came about because of you. You didn't come to purgatory with your 'mind', there are no pits. ”

Madison straightened his head, his face wrinkled, "Okay, 'rabbit hole'." This is the relationship between the flat space I was in and purgatory. Madison raised his hand and wrote with his fingers in a riot of colors, "Flat surface, a rabbit hole in purgatory." ”

As the two of them continued to walk, the 'handwriting' left behind by Madison's afterimage was soon softened and vanished by other colors, blending into the dazzling light.

"Now you can write in the story that purgatory is a place where there are countless 'rabbit holes'. Leo helped Madison think of a description that could be included in the manuscript. At the same time, he smiled at Madison, "You're not the only creature who came to Purgatory with a living mind. ”

Madison shook his head slowly, "You said you would take me to meet the other people in Purgatory, and as a result, I counted, and I was taken by you to see a total of 23 creatures. Pouting and whispering, "Fell into 23 'rabbit holes'." Madison's face darkened, "I saw 23 stones. ”

Leo's face was not very good, "Probably because I spent a little too much time on your side, and when I persuaded you to come out, their thoughts ran out and turned to stone. ”

Madison: "Purgatory, no concept of time. Leo uses the word "time" in his words.

Leo made a 'That's what I meant' face, "No thanks, I saved you." ”

Madison waved his hand, too lazy to argue. Madison knew that Leo was only expressing the consumption of thoughts, and in this purgatory without time, there was no speed of attrition. It may slowly move towards eternity, or it may come to an end in an instant......

Belch. You know the concept of speed, the denominator is time.

Madison was silent for a moment, maybe for a long time, and couldn't say, "The eighteenth stone is that Barton's child vampire, right?" Madis asked Leo, "Do you want to show me the people who were killed by Zach with 'Colt'......"

Madison didn't finish, "I wanted you to meet the original Barton's people." "It's just a matter of correcting the statement.

Madison tilted his head, "I know, I did think about Patton when I saw it." "Pouting," thoughts, a little more. ”

"As long as it works~" Leo smiled.

"Why?" asked Madison suddenly, "I can almost understand how boring your life in purgatory is, full of pits...... Uh, stay down the rabbit hole, you're probably looking for a creature that can stay alive for you. But, why ......" Madison hesitated, "looking for me?"

The reason for the hesitation was that Maddison was sure he wouldn't be here all the time. Leo wasted his emotions on himself......

"Well—" Leo pursed his lips, "I don't have anything special looking for you. Leo still had a smile on his face, "Even though you think you've fallen down the rabbit hole 23 times, you probably hate the feeling of falling into the unknown." But for me......" Leo raised his hand, his somewhat stiff fingers flicking the brilliant colors that filled the surroundings, "it's not unknown to me. Leo glanced at Madison, "You said you couldn't describe Purgatory because your vision was filled with these colors, right?" You can't see anything but me by your side, can you? ”

Madison didn't respond immediately, pursed his lips and waited for a while, "It doesn't matter, let's use a gimmick to take up space." He gestured to Leo to continue.

"Do you know what these colors are?" Leo asked.

"I don't know. ”

Leo kept smiling, "Madison, I've read your manuscript too, and you don't have much to describe in color. Your own hair, the neon on the streets of Becky, the demons of hell, the angels of heaven......"

Madison's face wrinkled again, was this a sarcasm for his ability to speak. Forget it, probably the truth.

"And, Phantom. ”

Madison was stunned for a moment, "Human desires?" and then Madison felt a chill, walking in a pile of desires?

"Don't be so narrow-minded. Leo patted Maddison on the back, "It's all in the human head, I don't understand, why do you creatures in the world give these things a high level, expectations, a sense ......of existence, delusions, and reason," Leo shook his head, "You're already in purgatory, and I've already told you what the only way to live in purgatory is." Do you still think of these colors narrowly as a thing?"

"Thoughts?" Maddison understood what Leo meant, what is not controlled by time—the only thing in Purgatory that can keep a creature alive, thoughts, should not be divided into those jumble categories, they are all thoughts, there is no superiority or inferiority, "These colors, are thoughts? Whose thoughts?"

"Those stones. Leo tilted his lips, "Or rather, the thoughts they had when they weren't stones." ”

Madison thought for a moment, "You said that thoughts wear out. Is it all gathered here?"

Leo nodded but shook his head, "You're right, but it's not right at all. Attrition is attrition. Well, how to describe it, a car, the used oil, is used, and the oil becomes energy or waste. Leo's fingers fiddled with the dazzling colors, "This is what turns into energy or waste." "Look at Madison," but they did all gather outside the rabbit hole. ”

"Isn't your vision affected by these colors?" Madison is under the influence of these colors—visual pollution, to put it mildly, and if you want to try it, you can go to an empty room, buy a bunch of paint, paint the room with all kinds of colors, and stay in it until you forget the time, and you will find that you have lost all your sense of space. That's why Madison can't describe what purgatory looks like. Madison's entire perception of space is disturbed by these brilliant colors. "Well—" Leo pursed his lips, "I don't have anything special looking for you. Leo still had a smile on his face, "Even though you think you've fallen down the rabbit hole 23 times, you probably hate the feeling of falling into the unknown." But for me......" Leo raised his hand, his somewhat stiff fingers flicking the brilliant colors that filled the surroundings, "it's not unknown to me. Leo glanced at Madison, "You said you couldn't describe Purgatory because your vision was filled with these colors, right?" You can't see anything but me by your side, can you? ”

Madison didn't respond immediately, pursed his lips and waited for a while, "It doesn't matter, let's use a gimmick to take up space." He gestured to Leo to continue.

"Do you know what these colors are?" Leo asked.

"I don't know. ”

Leo kept smiling, "Madison, I've read your manuscript too, and you don't have much to describe in color. Your own hair, the neon on the streets of Becky, the demons of hell, the angels of heaven......"

Madison's face wrinkled again, was this a sarcasm for his ability to speak. Forget it, probably the truth.

"And, Phantom. ”

Madison was stunned for a moment, "Human desires?" and then Madison felt a chill, walking in a pile of desires?

"Don't be so narrow-minded. Leo patted Maddison on the back, "It's all in the human head, I don't understand, why do you creatures in the world give these things a high level, expectations, a sense ......of existence, delusions, and reason," Leo shook his head, "You're already in purgatory, and I've already told you what the only way to live in purgatory is." Do you still think of these colors narrowly as a thing?"

"Thoughts?" Maddison understood what Leo meant, what is not controlled by time—the only thing in Purgatory that can keep a creature alive, thoughts, should not be divided into those jumble categories, they are all thoughts, there is no superiority or inferiority, "These colors, are thoughts? Whose thoughts?"

"Those stones. Leo tilted his lips, "Or rather, the thoughts they had when they weren't stones." ”

Madison thought for a moment, "You said that thoughts wear out. Are they all gathered here?" Leo tilted his lips, "Or rather, the thoughts they had when they weren't stones." "Those of stone. Leo tilted his lips, "Or rather, the thoughts they had when they weren't stones." ”

Madison thought for a moment, "You said that thoughts wear out. Is it all gathered here?"

Madison thought for a moment, "You said that thoughts wear out. Is it all gathered here?"

Leo nodded but shook his head, "You're right, but it's not right at all. Attrition is attrition. Well, how to describe it, a car, the used oil, is used, and the oil becomes energy or waste. Leo's fingers fiddled with the dazzling colors, "This is what turns into energy or waste." "Look at Madison," but they did all gather outside the rabbit hole. ”

"Isn't your vision affected by these colors?" Madison is under the influence of these colors—visual pollution, to put it mildly, and if you want to try it, you can go to an empty room, buy a bunch of paint, paint the room with all kinds of colors, and stay in it until you forget the time, and you will find that you have lost all your sense of space. That's why Madison can't describe what purgatory looks like. Madison's entire perception of space is disturbed by these brilliant colors.