The guru took me for my eyes. I didn't know what he did at the time, but he must have done something. Those cycles, and the monotonous sound of the pendulum, I was imprisoned in the tower, watching the nails cast long shadows because of the light. The little game of light and darkness starts now.

The brilliant quartz body in the center is only composed of seventeen elementary particles, but it is far more than seventeen elementary particles. My hand caressed its smooth surface, and a sharp burst of pain pierced my whole body like an electric current, and at that time I was deep in the multidimensional universe, I didn't think of anything, I was nothing. The feeling of a concussion from vertigo is hard, but after that there is peace.

Tranquility as well as answers.

I looked at the negative of the truth in the quartz body, and the reality itself was not so clear. Aquitatas is all-enrolled, and I am peeking into its mysteries like a peek at the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden. "Whether a person goes to understand the world or not is not because of how much he is capable, but how much he wants to know." I got a glimpse of the mystery of the hidden order.

The sea is gentler than ever. I live in the sun and the air, but those people have died in the deep sea, and there may still be a glimmer of air, watching me from the wreck of the patina, farther and farther away from me. They died for me, and I always thought that everything that died when I was alive had nothing to do with me. When the mentor went out to sea alone, I was at the beach, and I didn't know how long I would have to wait. In fact, a fisherman is also very happy, born from the shore, died in the sea one day, washed back to the shore by the waves, faced with unfathomable underwater fishing every day, shuttled on the huge snow-white skeleton of the whale's sleep, and the seagull's green glass-like eyes looked at them sadly, swearing its mourning.

All I have to do with the sea.

Our new lab has been built, right on the ruins of the past. Things have passed, but the bottom of the sea is still not calm. My experiment was like pushing myself into a small domino, and the result was that the bigger and bigger dominoes would eventually kill us all, and no one was immune to it. Stefan wasn't going to stop there, they were, because I didn't know what the serpent was for.

Just a week later, 774 announced the same crazy decision at the same dinner table as it had been two years earlier. "Crazy" is the word "they" use to describe us the most. Two years ago, in the winter, the snow spread like a broken carpet on the steaming earth, and it was a bleak scene. At the dinner table that day was a fish and green-eyed soup that had been swimming in butter for twenty years, and 774 was preoccupied with sharpening his knife on his fork, staring at my empty plate.

“Sapeo

is.” He spoke suddenly.

I was stunned for a long time, and I didn't understand what it was. Knowledge is so pale.

DTR35 refers to the window. “πτηνα。”

The next day, 774's lab was overstocked with birds. So many birds, all kinds of colors, different calls, just as noisy. I don't know what kind of food he fed, on the first day the birds only grew feather tubes, and their eyes were covered with blue eyelids, and on the third day they could fly everywhere with full wings, they struck all the instruments, screaming in a language that only they understood, blue, red, and white feathers floated in every corner, and birds roosted everywhere, 774 sat in the tornado of feathers, and the wildness of his eyes revealed his desire to assimilate with them. We're all worried.

"I've seen JR774, on the rooftop." DTR35 cupped his cheeks and said, "There's a vulture next to him. The vulture's feathers were heavy and messy, and purple-red sarcomas fell below its neck. When it looked at me, it had an unclean white film on its eyes, I don't know if it was a fungus or a moss, it gave me a sense of dying. I think it's actually very similar to the back of the JR774. It's a lot like. I think one day, he will die like this vulture. ”

Later, when we cleaned up, the cleaners couldn't stand the horrible flock anymore, and our lab building was full of zoo smells. She chased them away, and there was another chaos, the corner of 774's left mouth twitching, but it didn't stop him, his simple ideals and the flock of panicked birds left with only a pile of feathers buried below our knees. He was like a lost god that day, a murdered king.

"You, you want, raise plants?!" DTR35 scratched the corners of his mouth with a napkin, "You, raising plants?" ”

774 just nodded. "There's no way to stop the genius of a madman." The DTR35 spoke the same lines as a theatrical scene in bel canto, pulled away and walked out of the restaurant, thanking us as virtual viewers.

Plant. Overwhelming.

In fact, it's not really cherished, I just want to plant, I just want to see. It is the hard-earned flower seeds, scattered in the soil, and then watched the vigorous and hopeful green plants wither little by little, turning into disgraceful dark brown corpses, and finally turning into the color of earth. There is only one God left between the soil and us, but where is God?

"Maybe it's just that if you don't water it, the flowers will die." DTR35 continued to draw drawings of his burned firearms with his left hand, giving advice to 774, crouched in the corner, "What will they look like?" ”

"It's impossible to feed." To put it mildly, but undoubtedly a hard hit. The DTR35 took a few steps away as if it had been burned again, leaning against the ledge in the distance.

"No matter how far away you are, the waves will always come."

"I don't know what they're going to become, I don't even know if it's going to be a flower. Don't have any qualitative expectations for something that doesn't have time to be qualitative, it's safe to ruin it, after all. 774 pulls out the fragile stem of a dead plant and pins it behind my ear, "What shouldn't exist can't be allowed to spread in the first place." ”

Those flowers, and then they all died. We silently cleaned up the corpses and barren soil for an afternoon. It was a warm afternoon, and the air was clean and allergic to me. The golden sunlight hit the lifeless laboratory building, and the wall tiles turned pink, which was beautiful and good.

I'm not sad when the flower died, not at all.

It was another wound that I didn't want to touch. This is the form of death, and the combination of death and experimentation is reflected in the fragile and beautiful paleontology that existed tens of millions of years ago, appearing fragile and vulnerable.