It has been said that the unknown means the greatest horror

When people can't describe something, it's not understood by us, and the mystery it has is the source of awe and fear.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of some strange images that seemed to be seen before, some huge humanoids, some parts of which were covered with tentacles, roots, or rotting sea plants. They are incomparably large, staring at you with multiple eyes on their bodies, and without any movement, you can feel a great threat, as if the lower life meets the higher life, the bloodborne fear brought by the race gene.

It's not about scaring yourself. There is a description of an acquaintance but far from the degree, an ant one day saw an elephant that he had never met, and the difference between the two was so different that the ant that could think froze there, unable to move.

In front of ants, elephants are indescribable. In front of people, the gods are even more of a figurative existence, and the gap between them is much more than that of ants and elephants.

He had read many, many myths, some Western and some Eastern ones, artificially written, and in short, all kinds of myths were describing something - the omnipotent. But all the gods have human characteristics, some famous myths almost directly human beings are gods, and some local myths will be mixed with animal characteristics, but there is almost no escape from walking upright with hands and feet.

The god of man, of course, has to do with man.

He didn't know why he was thinking about these things, the time and space of the outside world seemed to freeze, giving him almost infinite time to think.

Why? He thought hard, and finally, he remembered, and he had in his mind an indescribably strange picture, a creature that seemed to be composed entirely of black flames, and its appearance looked like a wolf magnified dozens of times, no- and like a creeping man...

Its visual boundaries have a similar airflow of air due to the change in air density caused by heat, and the air appears to be roasted and bent.

Unable to help himself, he tried to find the object's eyes, but he couldn't make out them, because the creature that looked vaguely like it was made of pure black flames had several white flames floating around its body, each of which looked like an eye. As long as he looked over, the white flames would look at it.

This... It's just his instincts

He kept asking himself, is he afraid, is he afraid? Will he be killed?

He felt that he had transcended the realm of fear, which seemed ridiculous in the face of such things, and he began to stop thinking about whether he would be killed by this creature. After that, he felt a lot more relaxed.

When I first saw this picture

His blood seemed to freeze, his heart was still beating, but he could feel every cell contracting.

However, when he was completely unable to comprehend this terrible being, on the verge of collapse. It began to become less indescribable, it seemed to understand that he was like a great enemy, but it was not hostile, so it began to change in his eyes, smaller and clearer, and the cold tones began to warm up. What shocked him even more was the intimacy that came from the depths of his heart.

"Is that you?" it said, its voice piercing his head, as if it were coming from far, far away.

An excellent neutral sound

It sounds a little confusing

"But you shouldn't be here. It spoke again

He didn't understand how a being who could kill him almost with his eyes could speak in such a way, just like the god on the other side was just a huge shell, and in it sat a child who didn't know if it was a man or a woman.

Why am I here? he thought, but his mouth is faster than his thoughts

"It's been a long, long time," although he didn't want to say that

"I slept in the cold, but I was awakened by the red afterglow, but the world has changed so much that I can't even find a single of my former kindred. I wandered in a desolate place, and of course, it was nothing compared to tens of thousands of years of loneliness. ”

Could it be that you are a mummy or a zombie? It's funny!, but he naturally lowered his voice and said in a tragic tone

"But we'll be back, won't we?"

It's so sad, when he said this, he suddenly felt a sour nose, as if he had experienced something very sad and heartbreaking.

"Yes, we will be back. The world is decayed, the earth is full of sin and ugliness, and it needs ...... A new look," its voice said with hatred.

"One day......," he sighed

Black flames came from the surface, like a rolling black curtain through the body

"I'm leaving. The voice came through

"Where to go?"

"Go find that red afterglow, even if it's tens of thousands of years, I have what I have to do. ”

All the black fog disappeared in an instant. The whole world began to open up, and when he looked at it, he found himself sitting on the floor in a courtyard, with a low table in front of him, on which two inky tea sets were neatly arranged. The tea is still hot, and the green leaves are swirling in the cup, but the person opposite is gone.

On the plaques on both sides of the strait are the words "beacon fire hundred-foot building, unique sea autumn breeze".

It was raining outside the courtyard, and there was a strange wail. He stood up and wanted to take a look outside.

As soon as the heavy wooden door was opened, a sense of the end of the world suddenly came to my heart.

Oh my God, it was an endless rain, and the earth was flooded, and all the houses were flooded, and people and all things were stirred up in the swirling mire, and a dead breath came to the nose. The desolate wail was all in my ears.

A corpse was crucified at the head of the city, already decomposing and looking disgusting.

The sky was dark, black clouds were rolling, and cyan lightning was beating.

He stood on the very high wall, but his eyes looked out of the city, and it seemed that the guy was gone.

"I'm so lucky, it's good that he's gone, otherwise he would have drowned. He thought

There was a ticking sound in my ears

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He came back to his senses, rubbed his forehead, and the pedestrians bustled by, the table swept away like a cloud of wind, leaving only a cup of coffee steaming.

The clock in his hand told him that it was not too early.