There were more blood stains on the white plain long skirt, which bloomed bewitchingly in the dark night, like Hongmo rudely splashing on the white dress to defile this hard-won cleanliness. The skin was covered with mottled scars and blood marks, and the deep and shallow marks seemed to prove how strong this scarred woman was. Or rather, how pitiful.

I don't know how long it took. She stood up. But he fell weakly, and for the first time, his legs, which were so limp that they were so disobedient, even struck the little hope that Oriana had left. Or rather, extravagance. stubbornly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his trembling and weak hands, hung down weakly, revealing a bitter smile, gasping for air, and using his greatest strength to support the ground with both hands, intending to stand up, but unexpectedly, his hands had already weakened and fell down again. The third attempt, she succeeded. Slowly propping herself up with those legs and hands, for the first time she felt how nice it was to be able to stand, even though she was usually lazy to lean back in her chair.

It's a pity that I can go back to that normal.

The white figure trembled and walked towards the black in the distance, from time to time he lowered his head and coughed up a pool of blood, while behind him was a long line of blood, one deep and one shallow, like the last struggle at the end of the darkness. The swaying body is like a strong man who is addicted to alcohol, but he is thin and crumbling. Dragged heavy steps, step by step.

"Front... There is light. I'm afraid. It's so dark..."

My heart was filled with fear.

This feeling is indescribable. But it's terrifyingly clear.

Unable to speak anymore. What's more, how could anyone agree to this desolate black land.

"Am I not dead?"

"How did you get here?"

"The Witch... Why are you torturing me like this?"

I thought to myself. Pain paralyzes all perception. She walked without knowing her destination. Mentally sluggish enough to feel everything.

The figure staggered to the ground after coughing up another puddle of blood, and the voice of indifference and emotionless ups and downs sounded, but with the strange ethereal of the woman, very faint and intermittent: "... I... I want to go back..."Another mouthful of blood, I opened my mouth but couldn't make a sound. Crystal tears flowed slowly from the pale face, and slowly dripped down the black ground along the amplitude of the face, and the tears were always there. It is the only purity in the black world. It seemed to be a living spiritual creature, and it was obviously windless, but Oriana felt it swaying gently, like a girl's coquettishness, sweet and greasy. But it was so mature, it seemed to look at her with pity like a pair of eyes, like a woman's soothing, warm enough to melt the ice.

Tilting his head, his blurred eyes looked at the tears, "It's so beautiful......"

- Drip. Tick...

Tears slid down to the ground like beads with broken threads, but there was only one drop, and the sound was sad and heartfelt, as if telling the injustice of the world and the most incomprehensible joys and sorrows, love and hatred.

Every inch of the woman's white dress touches the skin, there will be an inch from white to red, as if it is dyed by blood drops and like a blood-red manzhu blooming inch by inch, the blood on the edge suddenly becomes lighter, but it is still stained with the fierce red, which makes people feel like a fresh life struggling to be annihilated in the ocean of blood and water, and the sorrow and desire for survival told by the soul make people involuntarily tremble and cry for it.

"Tss

The miserable ghost howl suddenly sounded at this moment, there was no rehearsal at all, as if it was intended to be frightened, in the mournful whistling, the white robe completely lay on the ground, like a butterfly that could not flutter its wings and fell in despair and despair, wanted to spread its peerless wings and fly into the blue sky, but in the end could only swoop to the ground weakly, silently watching his body disintegrate inch by inch in the grinding of time and return to dust.

Silence.

The white robe has long been stained with blood, like the flames of Nirvana, watching the creatures being disintegrated and separated into the most primitive products of this heaven and earth in the fire, listening to the cries being blown away by the wind in the air to I don't know when and where, thinking about the most terrible, common and sad death in this world. The only one who was once loved, the witch, cursed. Death.

Eventually, it was my turn.

"Why do I like to be alone? It is true that it is very difficult for a person to be alone, but it is always good to go through those ridiculous and miserable partings for unknown reasons in the past, and it is fine if it is a moment of separation, but what if it is forever."

"But God let me meet you, and for the first time, I felt how good it was to have one with me."

"But. I die at your hand. Died in your curse, just because of the greed for a moment of love, it killed me. Also, my life is worthless."

"Heaven told me in a cruel way that I can only be alone when I am lonely."

"yes, how nice it is to be alone."

"How good it is for a man to die"

"Hum—"

The strange ringing echoed at this moment, like the solemn silence left behind by the ancient temple bell striking at dusk.

Suddenly, all the pain and weakness receded like a tide, but there was a real darkness in front of me, without a trace of light, without any sound, empty but as if to encompass everything, with the oppressive power of controlling the cycle of life and death in the world. The white figure lay in the darkness in embarrassment, both repelling and accommodating with the darkness, completely opposing but completely integrated.

"Finally... Are you going to die?"

A golden light opened in vain in a thin line in the farthest corner of her, tearing through the unknown space, the dazzling gold in the darkness like the king who conquered everything, shimmering proudly and lonely, pure gold, like all the light of time, as soon as it appeared, it made all the darkness dim. Originally. There is a kind of light. It can be so beautiful. Such majesty.

Long. The gold that devoured everything gradually dissipated.

The woman stood elegantly in the air, her blood-colored eyes emotionless, with a suffocating sense of depression and wild charm. Her long silver hair bloomed wildly, and under the delicate black neck ornament was a blood-red dress with a bandeau top, and the soft red fabric wrapped around her delicate body. Her dark red pupils spread with a demonic bloodthirsty aura, as if she was a seductive envoy of hell, and like a tempting and sinking poppy with a deadly enchantment.

Suddenly appeared next to Oriana.

His left hand gently caressed her face, and his intoxicating eyes were looking at the dead woman in front of her. Bright red nails on slender fingers scratched Oriana's skin. Those wrinkled, twisted flesh had regained its original tenderness under the bewitching nails. The smooth skin is like a drop of water that can be blown apart, and the white hair seems to be soaked in a splash of ink, blending into the endless darkness, and the soft lines are looming.

Oriana's long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly like a dying butterfly sitting in its last struggle. He frowned slightly.

After a while, he opened his inky eyes, and his eyes were still full of compassion for all things in the world as before.

I saw this bewitching woman in front of me.

Her eyes widened, her pink lips trembled, and tears raged across her face. Drop by drop fell limply from his cheeks, black ripples rippled in the pitch-black ground, and the sound was amplified and echoed in the space. Poignant.

"Gillian the Witch..."

"You..."

The witch smiled slightly, and the corners of her mouth were not hooked much.

"I didn't expect you to be able to survive until now, my time is running out, Oriana, you have passed my trial and inherited my power! Witch - Oriana! ”

Her figure gradually disappeared, and little by little she turned into golden butterflies flying in the dark world, how beautiful.

It's still such a brilliant gold, dazzling and noble. It seems to be the supreme king who controls this world. It's just the first time she's been so gentle, and even the route of the butterfly's departure is so gentle and not as sharp and domineering as before.

It's fascinating.

"Don't !!"

She had never screamed like this. The loudness shattered the peace of mind. The wet face looked so embarrassed.

The black space, which had only the sound of falling water, suddenly became so irritable. The roar kept echoing, as if it had pierced her eardrum sharply and directly sliced what little reason she had left. Crush all her gentle knocks to the ground.

Never been more out of shape. Or or. Crazy.

She even thought about grabbing the witch by the collar and asking her why.

But Oriana knew she couldn't. She'll always be just a piece of crap – that's all.

And now. She cried heartbreakingly.

"I don't want ...... Become a witch ......"

With his hands over his face, he cried alone in this dark world.

I don't know how long I cried.

When her tears were dry.

A crack suddenly appeared in the endless darkness, a faint white, the white she loved the most. Slowly tearing open a corner of the space, turning into an ellipse, with an even deeper darkness in the middle, the vortex literally plunging her in.

Slowly, images emerge from the ellipse......

This is a beautiful picture that belongs to the past!

It was when Orianna was obsessively looking at the past, the past. She reached out and tried to touch everything. However, that hand pierced through. Nothingness. Brutally broke the last remaining warmth in the ellipse.

Oriana smiled lightly. A warm smile with the smell of sunshine. All this darkness is so beautiful at this moment.

At the time of nostalgia.

The darkness suddenly vanished.

After a wave of vertigo.