I used to look for the things that don't change.

But there is nothing constant in the world.

I longed for eternity.

But when I seem to have it, I don't crave it anymore.

Ahh I'm dying.

Even if I claim to be eternal, I know that.

But something needs to be done.

It's like I saw something before I died.

And what?

Offerings?

Funerary goods?

No, sure enough, the old man still wants eternity.

- Asking for eternity for this world that is about to kill me.

If you don't give it to me, then there is no choice but to force it.

After 30 million years, I decided to step out of the shadows today.

The last mile of time.

Alas... Time, time...

When my husband was young, my neighbor had a hydrangea ball.

The next generation must not know what a hydrangea ball is, right?

Hehe.. It's a toy.

Well, red hydrangea.

A ball woven from a living child.

It took 2,500 years to make it.

It destroyed settlement after settlement, its body soaked in the blood of the gods, pulling their thrones from heaven to earth.

But it was broken for only one day.

Including its owner together.

Time is as short as the last scream of the hydrangea owner.

Time is as fragile as the hydrangea itself.

I walked out of the abyss of Mompass.

Walked for a long time.

Walked three days and nights.

Oops, once again, I felt deeply the fact that I was dying.

Old man. I'm really dying.。。

My eternity.

If you don't arrive soon, the old man won't be able to wait...

Tricolor world.

A withered hand climbed up a juggling rock.

Then the second hand climbed the edge without hurrying.

Shriveled and thin enough to be easily broken by a baby.

A thin, short man like a monkey climbed up from the back of the rock, his mouth full of fine wrinkles between his eyebrows, his eyes cloudy and dull, and his goatee scattered like hemp.

Pale and gray-haired, aging and decadent, and dying.

He sat tremblingly on the stone

The wind blowing in the abyssal canyon was very fierce, making the poor old man's body tremble violently like chaff.

The winds of the abyss of Montpass never cease.

It blows from undiscernible places, sticks to walls, and reverberates in the valleys that are as vast as the seabed.

The old man glanced back, his face was full of waves, and he didn't seem to be worried at all about what this height would break his old bones into.

Below is darkness that cannot be seen at a glance, and the sun cannot peek in.

The entire abyss is structured like a funnel.

A large number of mountain rocks have been smoothed and smooth by the blowing of the endless wind, and the edges have sharp and hard edges, which are amazing.

In such a harsh and difficult environment, there are still dots of white stuffed grass growing from the crevices of the rocks, hiding behind the weathered stones, silently photosynthesizing, waiting for the next rainy season to come.

The surface of some of the exposed rock blocks is covered with small yellow patches with a metallic sheen.

The color is light and clumped. If you put these exotic lichens under a microscope, you will see that they are like small and stout trees, and the trees are covered with circular rings.

When the wind blows, the strange structure of the small rings oscillates from side to side, forming a complex weak magnetic field around the body, providing energy to the cells.

This scene can almost subvert the outside world's perception of living things, this kind of lichen converts the kinetic energy of the wind into electricity and even biological energy, which can be regarded as a transcendent creature.

In addition, a bird-like bug can be seen moving from the stuffed grass, and they are not very numerous.

The insects swirl in circles in the abyss of Montpass in the wind, feeding on the small fruits of the stuffed grass, while the sticky grass seeds on their bodies are scattered far away.

There is no room for large animals to live here, only some exotic animals and plants have settled here, and over thousands of years they have evolved unique survival techniques that can help them survive with ease, but also very different from other creatures in the outside world.

After their ancestors came here, they evolved over a long period of time, and now they are either reproductively isolated, or the outer ethnic branches have long since become extinct.

"That's it... ”

The old man withdrew his gaze from the strange flora and fauna, and his old face was full of sorrow and melancholy.

"That's right. . . That's it.。。 ”

He muttered repeatedly, sitting cross-legged, his hands naturally propped back against the rock.

His feeble movements showed his weakness more and more, as if he would be swept back to the bottom by the wind in the next moment.

"It turns out that the old man has come here again with so many neighbors during this time. ”

"You've really tried to stay alive. ”

“。。 That's it.。。 ”

"The cause and effect of the old man is naturally borne by the old man. ”

As he spoke, his voice grew lower and lower.

The old man stepped forward.

Head down the mountain.

The gait is staggering, slow, and shaky.

Before he could take a step forward, the plants and animals furthest from him in the abyss began to stop.

The winds of the abyss of Montpass began to stop.

The old man's eyes contained compassion and sorrow, but his footsteps did not stop.

The flow of time seemed to have slowed down around him—so that the position of the sun in the sky remained unchanged.

"I know. I know.. ”

"You are dead because of me. ”

Little by little, the unending wind stopped.

"This was originally a plateau, not what it is now. ”

"Ahh I know.. ”

The old man was talking to something that didn't exist as he walked, solemnly and solemnly.

"Well, you've been here for so long. The old man has pursued eternity for so long, but he has created such a race. ”

"I know your grief. ”

"But there is nothing I can do, I must get out of here, and even if I don't, the wind will stop. ”

He confirmed the unknown doubts and nodded patiently in response.

"I was driven into the earth with nails and carved out of the abyss. ”

"My life began to drain, my eternity kept losing. ”

"Happily, it has made you. No, I don't resent it, it wasn't you who stole my life, I don't blame you. ”

"Sadly, it ended up like this. ”

"It's still the old man's fault. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

Leave.

Leave.

His walk never seemed to stop.

Behind him, the peculiar ecosphere began to crumble little by little.

Everything is in unison.

A large number of insect corpses fell one after another, as if they had lost their last vitality.

Without the wind, they could only fall ugly, smash against the rock wall, and slide into the abyss.

The plant begins to wither.

Without the source of life, the endless winds will never blow again, and they will not be able to hold on for even a moment.

It's a crippled life, it's a little thing that steals life.

For such a small thing, the old man still holds the deepest pain and sorrow.

He felt like he had been stabbed in the chest and his heart was shredded little by little.

Pity.. His heart was still in his chest, slowly swimming with viscous blood.

Even if the heart is chopped, the destroyed ecosystem will not return.

"Time. ”

"O eternity ... ”

He sang and shouted like an aria towards the utterly dead, nameless place.

The old man finally left the place.

The sun will still set.

He walked three days and nights, from the high-altitude no-man's land to the foot of the mountain.

"Time. Fortunately, the wind is still there, and the wind tells me information from afar. ”

"Is the school still there?"

"Starfall. Why did you take this step? ？”

"Could it be that the old man's last eternal pursuit is just a bubble after all?"

In the dark night, the stars are like lights, but they seem thin and weak.

The old man stood among the lush trees, looking out at the human town in the distance, and the light that lit up was so strange that it was a little difficult for him to understand.

Confusion comes to mind.

"Is this what the current settlement looks like?"

"I don't understand, I don't understand. ”

The old man shook his head lonely, and walked forward again, facing the brilliant lights.

He is Montpass.

He has one final journey to walk and practice.

Just as he once sat on the throne of mankind, facing the malice of the gods and the world.

He still has unfinished business to complete.