Such ears could not have grown on any mortal organism lifeforms, and their incarnation was Michel's, the wave angel of the fiery flower.

"The murmuring stream of ignorance flowed through the poet's singing of the water, the nightingale's delicate voice in the moonlit nights, to his churning and writhing birth canal, and bound my hair and body to the frantic groans of the moment of difficult childbirth. He walked on the peripheral nerves of fire and light, echoing with the undulating pulses. Every slip made my thousands of hot earlobes feel soreness and throbbing. ”

At the top of a certain spicy flaming crane sat such a thoughtful, muttering girl. She listened to the sound from nowhere, her fingertips touching a pair of soft horns above her head—sharp shapes and soft fluff that formed the audio world of Michelle.

With the pair of tuning forks above her head as her origin, she can experience the muffled chirping of mammoths in the Ice Age, the ultrasonic rattlesnakes of Alpha, the vocal life that penetrates the past and the future, and the lamentation of a certain flower that dies in the Martian desert before the light-changing tulip and wilting.

"Finally, everybody is back to our swamp, our private hell. Welcome to Angel Club! ”

I don't know when, the figure standing quietly next to Michel said.

His whole body was decorated like a gloomy and glamorous clown—thin eyebrows, glittering cat's eyes, and small diamond-shaped lips. However, such a rich posture was cross-cut by that deformed and strange nose and turned into an unmatched ghostly shape.

The bridge of his nose, which pierced the membrane of time and space, protruded straight from his small face, like a touch of eagle claws. The long and narrow backbone penetrates the gap between the present world and eternal time, like a thin weapon inserted inverted between the water surface and the oil layer.

As for the terminal point of this magical nose, it connects all the smells and fragrances of all the worlds, and through this layer of the most crude and fierce channel in terms of sensory attributes, the vicissitudes of life and non-life, the green and astringent to the ripe taste, are repeatedly disclosed to this group of angels who cannot enter the various states of life and death.

This is the Joker and the guardian angel of all things deceitful, the angel of the Black Realm, Ulliel. His ability not only to convey taste and touch, but also to reproduce the ungraspable faculties of each creature over a long or fleeting life.

He leaned forward and radiated the blend of a pear between ripeness and decay, exactly a ten-thousandth of a second, and let the thick, sweet veins gush out of the gallery of Raphael's eyes, the voice of Michel's horse, and the tentacles of orchids rising behind him.

Strictly speaking, it is not a whisker wrapped in "one" orchid, but a fiery agave that flows through "becoming, living, bad, empty" at every moment. Between its countless self-births and deaths, the mischievous tongue in the center of the flower grows luxuriantly from the bottomless moist pit at the base of the tongue.

Sometimes soft, sometimes congested and stiff, fleshy tentacles flutter at the end of the tip, bursting with deep purple flower juice from the tiny holes. As for the shape of the mouth, it is a tight labia, which shrinks and relaxes with its own rhythm. However, in the center of its tentacles and the tip of its tongue, it is surrounded by a circle of snow-white and shiny shark teeth.

The tip of the tongue squeaks and slurps the hue of all things, the intermingling of light and eclipses. Between the ups and downs of each inch of skin, absorb the fetal movement and exhaustion of life, and the endless cannibalism between love and desire. Liquid life, liquefied energy, the mediator from existence to nothing, from nothing to existence - the angel of water, Jiabei Lier. It chews with relish and performs long-lost verses with erotic flair:

Thou hast loved my heart, and thou hast taken pity on thy colour, and after a thousand eons, thou hast been entangled in it...

At this point, the universe curled up into a wriggling silver needle of sound and timbre. At the top of its round and petite tops are four incredible dolls—huge angels that are so beautiful and strange that they can drive every mortal creature crazy.

Earth, water, wind and fire, eyes, ears, nose and tongue are gathered here. They look at this side and the other side from afar with their own strange abilities. As watchmen of story and time, they erect a scales that frolic at the carnival, measuring the finite universe that is on the verge of disintegration, and the infinite zone that is about to crash into itself.

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After a cursory look at the above theories, let's make a brief summary here: the origin of language is the systematization of mantras. However, as Amberto Sáïde put it, no matter how self-complete the language is, once it is detached from the context in which it was made, the power of the spell will also shrink. ”

Perslin Rega sneered neatly at his signboard, quietly receiving the fascinated glances of most of the students. He nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly made a gesture - drawing a circle with the xy axis as the center, and then inserting his index finger from the z-axis into the center of the circle.

"Ladies and gentlemen, pay attention to the gestures I have made—they are the 'Priestly Body Diagram Sign Language', which was created by the Golden Dragonson Holy Witch in the early days of the Empire. At that time, the gesture itself had the effect of life and death, and it is not difficult to imagine how powerful it is to combine the belief of the will with the mind wave.

"Now, of course, it's not that serious, you might as well speculate and see what it means! Does anyone want to talk about its possible referent letter? It doesn't matter how outrageous it is, anyway, I know you don't often do pre-study work. ”

In a wave of embarrassment and laughter, Perslin lazily cocked Erlang's legs and lit a powerful "Stis" sensory regulating cigarette. As is customary, he slept restlessly last night.

"Teacher."

He bowed his head to the student who had raised his hand, "Please, Neon Princess." ”

With dark blonde hair and royal blue at the roots, Nisi Ji is a rare "transastral" hybrid, containing genes from both higher mammals and pre-amphibians. In a calm tone, she said methodically, "Based on the practicality of the signifier, I guess that the ring represents the spell formation of the 12 chief priests. The gesture of entering the center of the circle from another horizontal axis can be interpreted as entering the object of the central point of the power system, that is, the "Emperor" selected by the shamans. ”