#历史迷雾再度展开

I learned to write, from the memories of corpses in glaciers. It's the only skill I don't find useful at the moment.

Before that, I found the ruins of a settlement, and at my feet was a whole frozen lake. …… It seems a little small, it's a big place, there's a lot of things I can't understand, and a lot of magical, it seems to be a dwelling made of rock, and it's the first time I've seen a house that doesn't use us.

I was ecstatic to the existence of "writing", and my intuition told me that if I could fully master writing and be able to decipher the words left behind by the remains of the glacier, I might be able to escape the confusion and hallucinations that had lasted for decades.

"Writing", it turns out that language can be transformed into "writing" and used to record events, and I thought about it carefully, I have never seen similar symbols in residential areas and temples (only the unknown totems that are required to be engraved on the body, which are said to make the gods notice, and I have long since cut off the whole part) and have never learned anything as a priest. Since I don't even know it, this is not monopolized knowledge, but something that meets my requirements and has been lost. The High Priest is God's chosen Favorite, who can live for two cycles, was born half before me, and should have died long ago.

I try to recall when I first learned the language – but I can't remember. Without the memory bank of groupthink, it is difficult for me to piece together a complete picture from my own memories. I felt like I could use it to write my own name, but I didn't want to share it with anyone else, especially if the name was just a number. The Latours shared one mind, but never really one mind. Fear of pain, so forbidden, the giver of the limb to wail out of pain, fear of death, so the expulsion of the survivors of one breath in advance, fear of madness, fear of the unsociable, so they threw me out early.

"Our God Rejects the Cycle of Life and Death"

"That's why all things live."

I'm here...... Saw this sentence on a strange thing. I don't know how to describe it, it has words written on it, but it doesn't look like a stone, it's not a blade, it's something lighter and thinner. Many of these things were neatly folded and fastened together into a thick dozen, which was held in the arms of a young Tyr's corpse.

She was inside the ice, dozens of meters away from me. Her eyes are tightly closed, and her cheeks have light brown fuzz that belong to cubs. She floated in the ice, and it was conceivable that a large amount of water had washed into the depression, but it quickly froze to keep her there.

I thought this kind of text was Latour's work, but didn't it? It turns out that before this glacier was formed, we used to share a script?

Does the fact that cubs are able to carry words prove that they know how to write and how to read from an early age? Have you learned systematically?

But what makes me even more curious is the content of these two sentences.

I remember the doctrine that a long, long time ago, floods and cold nearly destroyed the world. Tears broke down in the eyes of the world, and God used his divine power to dispel the flood, shelter the living in the centuries-long winter, and carve out the last safe place for the survivors of the two races to find peace. It took hundreds of years before spring finally came again.

What does it mean to "reject the cycle of life and death"?

I felt hungry. Genuine hunger, my gut told me that this child's corpse carried the "memories" I needed, and that the thing with the words alone had enough value, but it was sealed in ice, and it was almost impossible for me to get my hands on it completely.

I want to get this history, I want to eat her body. I wanted to learn more skills and know what our "gods" were. As long as I have access to the memories of this child when he was alive, I will definitely be able to decipher the meaning of this sentence, and even succeed in getting rid of those messy hallucinations.

I started chiseling the ice.

One, two, countless times.

TBC