He stood in the middle of the earth, his eyes fixed on the sun. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The tribe also roamed the steppes in the distance, waging a protracted war against the barbarians of the north.

How long did the war last? A thousand years, ten thousand years? Anyway, he couldn't remember, I don't know how long ago he was willing to fight for his kindred, but now he won't, because the war will never end, and I don't know how long ago, he began to wonder the cause of the war. Yes, reason, when did the war start? And for what to last?

This kind of thinking made him realize that he was unique, and that all the people around him had no similar thoughts, just obeying the law of sunrise and resting day by day, picking up farm tools to farm and grazing, and taking up arms to fight. Birth, reproduction, death, growing corn that tastes the same in the field, fighting exactly the same enemy in battle, and that's it. When he asks the question in his heart, he finds that when he asks this kind of question, his mind will always be slightly trance-like, and then the people around him will continue their life as if nothing has happened.

He didn't know why he still remembered that trance, and an inexplicable thought told him that he shouldn't remember it, but should live that life like his people.

He couldn't find any words to describe it, just like the corpses left on the battlefield after every war, stiff and cold.

Common sense says that people will die, but he has not died, but every time he dies, that strange trance will pull him back, no matter where he is......

He soon developed a mood that made him leave his people, and he realized that they did not do anything special to him because of it, and that it was, that the people did not feel strange about his maverick behavior, and continued to live like that every day.

This common sense added something very strange to his thoughts, but it was unfamiliar...... The concept itself didn't exist in his mind, he just knew that there was such a feeling.

He looked at the vast grassland, the blades of grass standing straight on the ground, and so spread to the high mountains, which returned to the grasslands, where his tribe still fought with the enemy.

This world is spherical, and he has confirmed all this with his feet for hundreds of years, and gradually understands that this world is completely different from the world recorded in the clan, there is no desert, no ocean, no country with a population of 10 million, no aliens of different colors, only an empty and lonely world, an infinite cycle of war, and a lonely 'life' with himself.

Maybe you're the most abnormal?

A thought surged through him, and then the trance in his mind came again, and he closed his eyes, knowing that when the trance was over, everything would return to the way it was, just as he had done every time he made a different action from the world.

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