#一段历史迷雾中的低语

If I look back, in the long run, I would have gone crazy a long time ago.

Yes, if the way to confirm an individual's mental madness is to be condemned by the group, then I am indeed crazy, there is no one before, and there should be no one in the future. Because the planet doesn't seem to be far from being finished.

If you haven't experienced a crazy life, you won't understand what it is.

And what I experienced was the most bizarre madness. I was detached from the sea of group thoughts, no longer able to hear the thoughts and hearts of my kindred, no never-ending prayers to God, no whispers of hunger and the wails of fear of death, an unprecedented peace surrounded me, and it was much later that I learned that there was one word that could describe it, and that was "silence." My consciousness stretched endlessly, my mind left the race, and I became me.

I'm crazy.

I didn't seem to be alive, I was in a daze, following the only light in my consciousness. I didn't seem to be dead either, and I heard my countrymen lingering around me, complaining that I shouldn't have eaten the priests of the enemy, because they had no food, and discussed whether or not to eat me.

Then I saw the door.

Behind the door, I saw the stars, which were vast and boundless seas of stars, colorful nebulae composed of various gases and debris, great dreams and all sorts of unimaginable races that had established all kinds of civilizations, which either praised the One of all things or the great Mother of all things. I saw countless doors, and the silver spoon that knew everything, understood everything, led to everything, and mastered everything, waited before the gates. Faceless Chaos draws close to life with his own preferences, creating a story that ends only with madness and death on stage. The green fire of energy decays the world, spiraling upwards like a flower that obscures the sky. There are many more gods, who exist forever, as if they were the world itself, and at the end of all things, in the palace where the singularity of the universe floats, the blind and foolish one main god is sleeping. Colorful worlds, civilizations that flourish or decline, and even gods are only part of his dreams, and with his awakening, everything is in ashes.

First it's light, and finally it's sound.

Only dreams are real, and only the god of blind foolishness is eternal. I saw myself in the green flame, but I realized that it was a perfect form that I could never reach anyway. I realized that being alive is nothing but nothingness, and I realized that my world and life are meaningless, and that what is truly eternal is only chaos and primitive order, such as life and death.

I don't want to die at this time, I'm just really being myself until now. I haven't really seen the sea of stars yet, and I have too many questions to ask: Why, God of Order, do you claim to protect us, but never give us blessings other than death? Why do you claim to be fraternity, but you have never stopped us from killing each other? Why can we only live one reincarnation, and why do I have to die according to your oracle? I closed my eyes in my dream, I went back to my world, I opened my eyes, I had never seen so far, I had heard so far, what was a compatriot a minute ago, was now another life form that I could not understand. I became me, and they became them.

It's like a wake after a good night's sleep, and a rebirth after dying once. I heard the sound of the wind blowing up the sand. I heard the sound of snow particles grazing the peaks in the distant tundra. The world became so delicate that if a thousand birds chirped in front of me, I could clearly tell which of them had a gentle brushing of its wings on the branches. Everything became so clear if it was stripped off the epidermis and displayed in front of me.

I heard prayers, I heard laughter, I heard them whispering, complaining that I wasn't dead and that I was going hungry again.

Only.

I didn't hear the heartbeat of this planet.

The planet on which I was born is dead.

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This civilization once had the concept of extraordinary abilities (hence the birth of the god of order), but now it is gone, because it was erased by her.

Because there is no concept of sequences and potions and rituals, everyone looks at luck to survive, and occasionally the gods come back to guide them. Decay eats the demigod of the adjacent path with only Sequence 7 of his own. He's crazy.

Or rather, he's cleared, he's normal.