A bird with flagged wings was struggling to peck open the hard eggshell from the inside, despite all its strength in the process, even though the gap was not large.

The spring sun is warm because it melts the winter snow and ice, the autumn sun is cool because it blows away the summer heat, whatever it is, when the first light outside no longer shines through the eggshell but directly through the gap, it means that it breaks free.

The eggshell is the incubator for many oviparous animals, and at the same time, it is also the cage for many oviparous animals; If you can break out of this cage, it means that you are in danger of being free.

There is a big difference between animals and us humans, for animals, the freedom they yearn for is unrestrained, but for us humans?

Perhaps, the so-called freedom is a bottomless pit that will never be satisfied with the status quo.

The bird opened its eyes, it lived under a blue sky, and under the sky, there was a thriving group of humans, and at this time, it did not feel that humans were any different from itself.

This is a white dove that symbolizes peace, whiteness, and wisdom.

It has watched the former children grow into adults, watched the former adults grow old little by little, and also witnessed the birth of generations of babies under this blue sky.

It thought that every corner of the world was peaceful, and it wanted to see what other peace looked like, so the white dove spread its full wings and tried its first flight.

Because it knows the "peace" that it has been given to it.

It leaps high and flapps its wings, only in this way can it soar in the endless sky, soar over the horizon that will only appear on the edge of the setting sun, and soar in the tempting and dangerous places ahead.

The white dove does not intend to return to that warm nest, it only wants to fly freely forward with the wind, it has its own purpose, which is to fly forward, to any corner, to see if any place is as harmonious as it is now.

As long as the wind blows, there will be this white dove.

It will stand tall in the treetops, take off in the bushes, flap its wings on the hills, fly down the river, fly over villages, and see it whenever there is wind.

It flew with the wind through spring, into summer, after autumn, stopped at winter, and finally repeatedly, until one day, it flew to a place full of gunsmoke.

It saw a different world, where there was not enough food, no warm fireplaces and bedding.

Someone sat down against the corner and then didn't move...

Someone saw half a piece of bread not far away, so he quickly ran over, he swallowed his saliva, and carefully regarded this half of the palm-sized bread as a treasure, and wanted to hide it in the pocket of his clothes, because he still had several children at home...

But it was seen by a second man.

They fought over the half of the bread, and then, when everyone else saw it, they rushed up like crazy...

Here, the girl holds flowers in her hand and no longer needs sincerity and love, because in this era, the hardest thing is to live.

It flew to the church and saw several white doves like it, white doves that were given "peace" like it.

They looked silently at a corpse under the church, and beside the corpse, several crows were circling.

In the same way that the white dove standing on the church always looks down on the crow standing by the corpse, the white dove that eats carrion symbolizes peace, and the black crow symbolizes terrible death and war.

The crow stopped, raised his head, and said teasingly to them, "What's the use of you being called peace?" You can't really bring peace! ”

"It is never the white dove that awakens mankind that is known as peace, but only their own hearts, the white doves in their own hearts..."

But the white dove has always stood on the once sacred church and wept.

It only then realized that humans were so different from himself, but he never understood why humans killed each other.

So he flapped his wings again and flew in the direction of the wind blowing the smoke.

At a loss, he wanted to find out why human beings were killing each other, so he kept tossing and turning, but every corner was either a war or a war was on the road.

The white wings were at odds with the smoke of war below.

He saw a soldier rush into the trench, and before the soldier could gain a foothold, two gunshots left only a corpse that was gradually stained red with blood, and then many soldiers poured into the trench one after another.

The fighting would not stop, and a logistics soldier walked behind them, and his job was to use a sack to collect the nameplates of the dead soldiers, and a large bag of nameplates had filled two bags, and now the third bag was being collected.

There were also a few logistics soldiers in the back, who put away the clothes of the dead soldiers in front, loaded them into cars and sent them back to the recruiting office.

The soldier collecting the nameplate stopped, and he looked into the distance, not far away the plague was coming...

Suddenly, he seemed to hear something...

Some are crying, some are crying, some are crying for help...

At this moment, he stopped in a daze and wandered overhead.

Perhaps, he who is known as "peace" cannot really be called peace.

He blocked the falling sharp knife and swung the wings on his arm to cut off the enemy's head, blood splattered and splashed on his body, but before he could catch his breath, many more enemies with sharp knives and firearms rushed up...

The white feathers were stained red with blood over and over again, and the dirt on the ground lost its original color...

The blood receded, and the white feathers were stained gray with the blood, and the gray feathers turned black little by little, until at last, the black feathers were not mixed with any color.

The soft feathers became harder and harder, and at the end of the feathers bloomed with brilliant blood-like thorn feathers, some of which were intertwined with each other, and even derived together, turning into an outer layer of tissue similar to armor...

He is no longer a symbol of peace, the thorn feathers on his body are condensed by splashing blood, and the armor on his body is the soul of the dead at his hands...

At that moment, a voice sounded from behind him...

"You're not a dove of peace, and you're not human, but for your identity, it's up to you to decide!"

"You can be a monster and go along with them, or you can be a human and blend in with normal human society..."

"The premise is that you decide how you want to choose and how you go..."

As he spoke, the sharp and hard black thorn feathers shrank into his skin little by little, and finally, under the thorn feathers, a strong man walked out, he casually picked up the blood-stained hat on the ground, and walked into the distance.

This is the origin of the "owl"...