Deep dreams.

Burning palaces, broken corridors, twisted skyrims......

"The prince is awake!"

There was a voice ringing in my ears, rejoicing and delighting.

Su Ling opened his eyes, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror.

He was dressed in a dark yellow robe, and his robe was embellished with the lines of the stars, as if he was going to participate in a solemn and sacred ceremony.

Strange costumes that have never been seen before...... But it does not lose its noble temperament.

"Your Royal Highness, are you still satisfied?"

The people around him said with a smile.

Su Ling turned his head to see that it was a little Lori with long milky white hair, wearing a short skirt and white stockings, standing beside him and smiling at him, with a curly hair on the top of her head, which looked cute.

Su Ling asked suspiciously, "Who are you?" ”

"Huh?" Little Lori pointed to herself, "Who am I?" Hey, Your Royal Highness, you don't need to remember my name, let's go to the enthronement ceremony first! ”

After speaking, he handed over a puppet: "This is your female companion!" ”

What kind of registration ceremony will use a puppet as a female companion, Su Ling muttered, took a look, it was a delicate and beautiful silver-haired puppet, with a cinnabar tear mole in the corner of his eye, his eyes closed, and his expression was faintly sad.

Strange, he felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

The white-haired Lori pushed him away: "Oh, don't worry so much, go to the throne first!" ”

Su Ling was pushed away by her, and she was making trouble, not like a serious enthronement ceremony.

He looked at the palace, it was a strange palace, as if it had been built in the clouds, and it seemed to be built among the stars, with black stars surrounding the silver moon outside the window, and vast nebulae circulating in the sky.

Strangely, he actually felt that this place was familiar.

Su Ling walked out towards the depths of the palace, the more he walked, the more familiar he felt, but there was a fear in his heart.

What are you afraid of? Fear of losing something......

Su Ling didn't know that at this time, he saw the nobles under the castle.

These nobles were of different sizes, some were as large as a mountain, others as small as ants, but what was unifying was that they all wore yellow robes.

The nobles whispered:

"New King ......"

"Destruction?"

"Bug ......"

"Neutron stars, red giants, pulsars?"

"Eyes, Flesh, Resurrection ......"

"Fission or fusion, heat death or inverse entropy?"

"Jet & Fuel Mix Salad Tomato Sauce Gets Ground ......"

The voice was noisy and varied, Su Ling listened to it normally at first, but soon the conversation became extremely weird, jumping extremely and illogical, but there seemed to be some incomprehensible secrets hidden in the dream-like words.

This strange conversation made him creepy, as if there was a strange magic hidden in it, and some strange hallucinations flashed in front of his eyes from time to time.

Su Ling blocked his ears, but the whispers of the yellow-robed nobles still sounded in his mind, and he had no choice but to speed up his running.

He sped up, and the white-haired Lori behind him couldn't keep up, and was soon left behind, and the stupid hair on the top of his head shrugged down, and complained: "Hey, why are you running so fast!" ”

Su Ling didn't care about her, and the white-haired little Lori didn't seem to plan to follow, leaving him alone in the silent corridor.

He walked to the end, and there was a golden door, and at last there was no strange sound of conversation.

Behind the gate should be the palace, Su Ling thought to himself, and then he heard the sound of a piano playing from behind the gate.

Is the king of this country a pianist? Su Ling thought to himself, completely ignoring why he was called a prince and why he would inherit any rituals, as if this was a matter of course.

Compared to those weird whispers, the sound of the piano was obviously more pleasant, and Su Ling pushed open the door and walked in.

The lonely palace was deserted, except for a man in a yellow robe sitting in front of the piano stand, his fingers fluttering with his incredible grace, and when pressed the keys, it felt like a butterfly fluttering.

Seeing him come in, the yellow-robed king turned around: "You are here." ”

The king's face was masked, pale and smiling, and he couldn't see the true face behind the mask.

Su Ling scratched his head: "To be honest, I don't know you, I don't remember that I have such a father." ”

"Bloodline doesn't matter," the yellow-robed king looked at him, "it's fate that has chosen you. ”

It's really a declaration of middle two, Su Ling thinks this guy is a middle two disease.

The king of the second disease found the doll on his waist, and his tone was a little surprised: "You found her?" ”

Su Ling picked up the doll and asked puzzledly, "What?" ”

"Nothing," the yellow-robed king denied, "just a beautiful but insignificant doll." ”

If you don't want to say it, Su Ling shrugged her shoulders and put the doll back into the pocket on her waist.

The vignette was quickly skipped and the king looked at him: "So, are you ready to inherit the throne?" ”

Throne? Su Ling was a little flustered and looked at the throne in the center of the palace.

The glorious throne burned with fire, and an eternal smell of desolation and loneliness came from it, and a longing involuntarily rose in the heart:

Sit it on!

The voice in his heart shouted like this, Su Ling swallowed his saliva and pointed at himself: "Me? Inherit your throne? ”

The yellow-robed king nodded: "I'm tired, I think it's time for me to take a break, return to the original chaos, and visit the Great One Azathoth." ”

Su Ling didn't understand what he was talking about, but it didn't prevent him from understanding.

Isn't it that I've been a king for a long time and I'm tired of it, and I want to dump the bad things on myself.

But why don't you want to pick up a throne for nothing, Su Ling readily agreed: "Okay." ”

At this time, the man in yellow asked him, "Are you sure?" ”

Su Ling was stunned for a moment, why do you still ask me if I'm really sure?

What else is uncertain, anyway, I have no father, no mother, no friends, no worries, one person eats enough, the whole family is not hungry, and loneliness is lonely...... Huh?

For some reason, a sad feeling rose in his heart, but it was fleeting.

The yellow-robed king reminded him, "What is your business to be done?" What else do you have that you can't let go? Is your heart strong enough to carry the king's will? ”

Su Ling couldn't remember what fetters he had, but at this moment he heard a faint voice sounding in his heart:

"Brother......

"Su Ling ......"

"Doctor ......"

"Poker Face ......"

Even the puppet on his waist spoke: "Darling, wake up!" ”

No, no, it's not the time for my life to burn out, and there are still many unfinished bonds waiting for me to untie.

Su Ling held his head and stepped back again and again, away from the burning throne in fear: "No! No! I'm not ready! I don't want to be an emperor! ”

"That's ......"

The yellow-clothed king nodded, sat back on the throne that belonged to him, and looked at Su Ling like a watchman alone:

"Then when you're ready, come to Calkosha and find me."

Karkosha, what is that place?

Su Ling had a splitting headache, he only felt that he had forgotten a lot of things, a lot of important people!

No, no, it's a memory that's more important than life.

Is it possible to be alive and alive in the world?

You have to hold on to something warm before you can say you've been here!

The king in yellow sighed softly and chanted a song:

"Along the shore, cutting through the clouds, the twin suns sink into the lake, long shadows fall, beautiful Karkosha ......"

"The wonderful night when the black star rises, the wonderful moon that runs in the night, but even more marvelous is that, the lost Calkosha......"

"The song of the Pleiades is unheard, the king's ragged clothes flutter in the wind, the song fades silently, and the dim Calkosha ......"

"My soul can no longer sing, my song is like tears that no longer flow, only dry and silent there, forgotten Karkosha ......"

The dream was shattered, Su Ling opened his eyes suddenly, covered in cold sweat, glued the sheets and hospital gowns together, wet his back, and felt a little uncomfortable.

He was sleeping in a hospital room with a drip on his hand.

"Awake?" A familiar voice came into the ear, "Give." ”

An apple was handed to his eyes, and there was a common interrogation sentence:

"Be lenient in confession, and strict in resisting."