Thousands of miles of clouds pave a fairyland, and the fantasy sun and moon shine together on the clouds.

"Do you want to roll in the clouds now?"

Thoth withdrew his gaze staring at the sea of clouds, "There is a saying in China, if you see through it, you can't say it. ”

"Hello, little Bolshevik child."

"Calling my country like that, could it be that you are from that snowy field?"

"Yes, the former Soviets, the later Russia."

The world behind the door is unexpectedly vast, with an endless sea of clouds under your feet, and the sun and moon changing overhead, and the sea of clouds in their luster is infinitely changing, from a pale crimson to a brilliant gold, from cotton-like pure white to a quiet gray, making people feel that they can spend several years in it only for a moment, and they seem to be one with the vast skylight, inexhaustible.

A man came to Thoth at some point, and looked up at the silver moon with him, taller and taller than Medici, standing like father and son with the little voyeur.

Thoth asked, "How did you notice me?" ”

"Your [Mysterious Reappearance] is so conspicuous that I've traced its origin a little." The man let out a soft breath, "The Nightingale and the Rose, right, an unsatisfactory love story." ”

"At first, I thought it was a metaphor for people, but I didn't expect it to be a real thing...... It seems that Mr. Wilde is not simple, and those well-known fairy tale writers also hide many secrets. ”

"Not only fairy tales, but also strange stories of various countries and nations are not necessarily groundless, and even some commonplace customs have a shadow of mystery left behind."

"Oh yes, are there any other comrades? Davarishi? ”

The man laughed silently at the address, "You've seen her, the lady who took the Eternal Spear. ”

"It turned out to be her!" "She's very strong, although she is not as strong as you, but even after a long distance, she can feel the power of not losing to Medici." ”

"It was night, and His full name was not easy to say, you could call Him Amani."

"Oh, Goddess of the Night...... Ay? Night?! But I've heard his companions say that he is an evil god, and that the Night Cultists are also cultists......"

This statement involves some ancient history. Before Amani, the top of the Sleepless path was the Demon Wolf of Destruction, Fregela. Fregela is mad and brutal, and under his command, the demon wolf clan is generally bloodthirsty and murderous, and has no mercy for humans, so the night has evolved into a symbol of calamity and terror in people's hearts. The Creator sighed, "Although Amani has always been kind to humans since he came to power, it always takes time to change his prejudices. ”

"I see...... She's not easy. ”

They sat cross-legged in the clouds, like kindergarten children sitting on colorful puzzle mats, pulling from south to north, from east to west, the light of the red sun and the silver moon sprinkled over them one after another, and day and night took turns embracing them in their arms. Apparently the first day of meeting, but they knew each other as if they had known each other for decades, and Thoth even felt that he had seen each other somewhere, but he didn't know how long ago the memory was nowhere to be found like white saccharification approaching boiling water, leaving only a faint sweetness.

"We ...... Can I go back? ”

After an untold number of mornings and dusks, Thoth asked. The sentence that is obviously a question is indeed said in a firm and flat tone, and the purple eyes cannot distinguish joy and sorrow, as if they will laugh out loud or shed tears in the next second.

"Do you want to go back?"

Thoth hesitated for a long time, and finally said honestly, "Yes." ”

"At first, I always felt that crossing was a dream destined to wake up, but the longer I stayed in this world, the more I felt its reality: the cocoons on my hands were real, the blood from the wounds I had suffered was real, the joy of surviving the victory was real, and the heaviness of cleaning up the aftermath for my comrades was real...... Since it's not 'Truman's world', then I don't have to always think about escaping. At this point, Thoth clasped his arms tightly, "But ah, the world I used to live in is also not false, those who raised me, those who accompanied me, the quiet and regular life, the small and trivial troubles...... constitutes the entirety of the 'me' at this moment. ”

"It's a bit reluctant to leave," Thoth scratched his head, "but if I don't go back, my family will be worried...... Of course, I'm not saying that I can't live without others...... Well, it's me who thinks about them myself. ”

As he spoke, he almost burst into tears, "I trained hard and fought bravely to kill the enemy...... It's not because I want to get merit or promotion, it's because I'm really afraid of death! If you die, you won't see them! ”

"I understand...... Thank you, kid. ”

I understand how long your thoughts are, too long for history to eradicate them.

I know how tenacious your thoughts are, too tenacious to be erased by madness.

I understand that you miss the lake with spring flowers, the road with yellow cypress trees, the library so quiet that there is only the sound of flipping books, the miscellaneous songs, the dishes with a lot of chili peppers, the classmates you can see every day, and the teachers you love and hate.

I can even understand why your deepest thoughts are stuck at the age of nineteen, the nineteen years that have long passed...... Because your parents were alive at that time, and you had a gentle father.

I know that your deepest thoughts come from your love of life, and only when you love the grass and trees around you can you depict the dream so vividly and beautifully, so beautiful that the audience will be moved by it.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just hugged him.

"We can't go back, can we? You're so powerful...... If I could go back, I would have gone back a long time ago. ”

The Master of Prophecy can glimpse the corner of fate, he has run towards that familiar city in his dreams countless times, but no matter how far he runs, he can't reach the end, a corner of his heart has faintly given up, and finally he just stands in place and quietly looks at the silhouette of the city, from the beginning of his sleep to the dawn of day, and then starts a new day and a new life as if nothing happened.

"I'm sorry, kid."

"Don't say that, it's not easy for you."

"It's okay, it's okay......"

He just wanted a definite answer, an answer that would allow all his thoughts and emotions to settle down...... But the tears swirled in his eyes a few times, and finally rolled down.