Walking into the café on the corner, the raven saw the "snake" at the position by the floor-to-ceiling window. Then he looked up at the raven, and the sun shone brightly on him, and his green eyes reminded the raven of the waves of the petrel, and the emerald waves that were about to splash white stars on the shore.

"Have you ever been to sea?"

His gaze pierced through the crows, looking at the clear autumn sky and the sky were colorful. There were only two people on the swaying deck, and the shadow leaned against the railing beside him, and suddenly laughed. Far away, he saw a fountain rising high above the water, and its subtle and long sound echoed ethereally. The serpent saw only a vast apparition of grandeur, the city of Atlantis standing in the sky, the coral spire reflecting a satin-like red light, and the bricks and tiles deep purple, but like the colors of the sunset, hung over it, in perfect harmony.

"Do you know who I am?"

“ wo bist du.” Raven sings.

“ Ich bin ein Freund.” The raven was astonished and shocked to discern the familiarity in the voice.

"Are you the Grim Reaper?"

"No, I am the god of evil. ”

He blinked, and the snake had come up to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He stared at the raven's face until it began to bleed and became the same as his dead sister who had been abandoned at the end of the alleyway to be in the company of mosquitoes. The younger sister spoke, singing a requiem for a day of mourning, and then she began to look younger and younger, cowering in the corner of the bedroom, clutching at her new, torn dress. The moth struggled out of her lips and teeth, fluttering towards the candle, the glow of the scaly wings shining the moment they touched the flames, the ashes and candle tears mingling, the dark gray and ivory white in love until death.

The candle continues to burn. From the fall of the light, the fragrance of the weeds grew. He tasted the bitterness in his mouth like a coin in his mouth, followed by the sweetness of blood, the parasite gnawing at his liver, penetrating his skin, and taking a deep breath of the salty sea breeze, which swept past him like the cold fins of a distant school of fish, and the fallen leaves pulling a long river of golden yellow on the top of the mountain. The blade grew out of the wind, gouging out his eyes, and the two phospho-leaf bones rolled down and fell to the ground into an extraordinary and wonderful art.

The serpent crawled to his wrist, praising his coiled veins for being indistinguishable from the sleeping lapis lazuli in the veins of pearls. It gnawed away at the veins, dark blood dripping down his fingertips, drawing concentric circles and an S and a U in the undulating boat. It laughed like the serpent of Eden, "Hiss-hiss-"

The raven closed its eyes. The dying sun, his image projected on the inside of his eyelids, evokes a shiver. The dreams of his fetal age recur in the light of the stars: one cell engulfs another, peptide chains entangle and fold, and fractal diagrams are created, from which new parallel universes and lower narratives are born. He hid in the gap in time and space, catching a glimpse of the graying blonde hair. There were little red lights on, one, and countless lights.

"You should try to listen, raven. The snake watched as the raven spoke, and drank the coffee in his cup, the mug as blue as the unpolluted ocean, "I have known the absurdity of carnival life, I have known the joy of six feet below." You will be my narrator, and I will write for you the pain of a lifetime, for you to write your end. ”

The raven is as good as a stream, and listens silently. The world of the ancestors unfolded before him.

"A prince's homeland has fallen, and he has no choice but to flee elsewhere. He made a vow that if the gods could help him return to the throne, he would erect the most majestic tower to worship the gods. When evil heard this, he left his cave and helped the prince escape the capture of the enemy. A few years later, when the prince returned to the throne, he fulfilled his promise. But due to negligence, among the gods, only evil was not enshrined. Evil was not pleased, and he went into the palace and accused the king of breaking his promise, and that he would take something from the king.

"'Take whatever you want, and I will give you the most shining jewel, the most beautiful woman, and the sharpest sword. The king proclaimed helplessly.

"Evil looked at the king. 'I will take your throne. I got it for you, and I should take it from you. ’

The king's face turned pale, and his hand grasped his scepter tightly.

"'No, I won't give it to you. ’

He laughed wickedly. He took out a handful of ears of wheat and burned them to ashes with fire, and out of the embers came famine. Famine walked through the fields, the plants around them withered and withered, the grain in the warehouses burned, and a third of the people starved to death. She wore a crown of withered barley on her head, and locusts flew around him.

When the king saw that a third of the men were dead, he cried out with a loud voice. 'You have killed a third of my courtiers, so go away.' He knocked his hand on the wall beside him, "The barbarians in the southern city are rampant. They burned the palace, killed the king, and piled up the corpses of the courtiers. Why do you want to stay in my little kingdom? Go away, and don't come back. ’

"'No,' replied evil, 'if you don't give me what I want, I won't go.'" ’

"But the king gritted his teeth and squeezed a string of curses out of his mouth: 'I will give you nothing, you mourning crow!'

He laughed wickedly. He plucked a crow from a tree and plucked its feathers. The plague had come from outside the city, wearing a black beak and an old top hat with black blood clots. He walked into the city, through the market, through the gardens. Malaria greeted him, and black death dragged the back of his clothes. A third of them fell, pain filling their faces.

The king struggled to his feet, but sat down on his throne. His face contorted and he struggled to spit out a few sentences.

"'Go, go, go! you're so cruel. No, I won't give you anything, nothing. ’

Evil put away his smile. 'Won't you give me anything?'

"'Never!' muttered the king.

Evil was silent. He poured a glass of water on the ground, and the cold flew in from afar. Her body was covered in frost, and the cold wind howled beside her. Her shadow hung over the city, and everyone froze to death. The king gestured as if he were about to throw his scepter, but the cold had already extinguished his life.

Evil slowly left the palace. Before leaving, he glanced back, and there was a woman standing behind the dead king. The woman stared at the scepter in the king's hand, power written on her forehead. ”

The god of evil paused, "Do you know who she is? ”

"I don't know!" the raven almost screamed, but found that he couldn't open his mouth anyway, just an inexplicable feeling of suffocation completely enveloped him, unlike drowning, he could feel the air entering his mouth, his lungs, but as if the body did not belong to him, the suffocation was not relieved in the slightest, but deepened and deepened, and the air gradually filled his body, and he was about to drown by it. The raven heard the voice again, a continuous, slight, struggling whimper, the sound almost overshadowed everything, and there was a hint of fishy, reddish flavor that the raven could not see or taste, it was only the raven's first feeling. The trembling, hoarse, muffled voice was amplifying little by little, and it became the only sense that the raven could perceive, as if the raven had only one sense. The raven looked at the snake, and the snake stood outside the coffin and looked at the raven.

Only then did the raven realize that the sound was made by herself. The raven was lying in a coffin, wrapped in a shroud.

"This is insignificant, I will give you my blessing - this wild beauty and endless loneliness, belonging to the forest and sky of my childhood, and that beauty runs through the whole journey. ”

The coffin was then pushed into the water by a snake.

The raven sank deeper and deeper, but did not feel pressure or suffocation. He saw an impossibly large whale swim past his head, its belly glowing with white and light blue streaks, and the even waves of the sea that pushed him deeper into the bottomless abyss. The anomalous whale song played for him alone, and foam floated in the water, forming his permanent coffin.

The eyes of the god of evil and the raven met, his pupils were dark and the edges were a pale gold, and beyond that was the boundless new green, like the autumn leaves returning to life, chasing the eternal morning sun and breaking with the dawn.

"The goddess of the moon guides the starry sky and dots everything under the shade of northern greenery. ”

“Unta onko tää，Vai kuolema jossa palata sinne saan missä，hiillos jo luovuttaa lumen alla，Kun astun maailmaan, erämaan aikaan。 ”