...

Chilly...

Aloneness...

How is it here again...

Solandelle stood in the endless wilderness, surrounded by broken laurel flowers, and she looked into the distance among the withered petals, unable to see the end of the road from either direction.

The dark canopy of the sky is full of stars that have existed for hundreds of millions of years, as if countless prosperous worlds are shining. On this scale, human existence is like a speck of dust.

Solandelle looked up at the galaxy, and suddenly, her chest seemed to be pressed by a boulder, and an unspeakable palpitation spread throughout her body, warnings continued to emerge from the depths of her consciousness, and the most primitive sense of crisis of human beings was quietly awakened, as if some terrible existence was about to come.

Under Solandale's gaze, the light above the sky diffused and gathered, and suddenly coalesced into a sun, which had no dazzling scorching light, and the golden light was dim, dead and violent.

And the stars that shrouded the night also twisted and merged, and finally turned into a giant eye overlooking the world, hanging from the dome and staring at her fiercely.

In this endless wilderness, she had nowhere to run, the pressure was so great that she almost forgot to breathe, and the lack of oxygen caused her heart to beat wildly, trying to supply blood to her dizzy brain.

Suddenly, a tidal wave of noise sounded, dense and noisy, but when you listen closely, it is some kind of strange whisper:

"Find us..."

"Find us..."

"Find us..."

"Find us..."

The voice echoed in Solandale's mind, madness slammed into her sanity, her vision began to blur, and the sun and giant eyes continued to twist and expand, turning into some kind of indescribable being in a trance

in, occupies all the sight.

Solandelle could feel the call of these eerie voices, and there was a movement in the deepest part of her body, which was deeper than flesh, deeper than bones, and even deeper than bone marrow and internal organs.

Something, waking up...

...

"Shhh

She looked around with trepidation, and through the window she could see that the sky was slightly white, and the first rays of the morning sun were trying to break through the darkness, and everything was immersed in a hazy shimmer.

Is it a dream...

It's this dream again...

I had this dream for the first time since I was 12 years old, and I've been dreaming about the sun and my eyes over and over again.

At first, I only dreamed about it every few years, but recently it seems to be becoming more and more frequent, and I dream about it every few months, or even every few days...

It's a dream.

But is it just a dream...

Even though he had woken up, the depression and restlessness of the dream seemed to still linger in his body, and Solandelle lay on his back on the bed, his eyes half-open and half-closed, trying to calm his breathing.

After a long time, she got up and closed the curtains by the window.

In the darkness, there was a faint rustling sound, like the sound of clothes rubbing against skin, and Solandale took off her pajamas and walked into the bathroom, dabbling herself in the bath filled with cold water.

The temperature in the drip season was still bitterly cold, and the cold water made her whole body unable to stop fighting, but it seemed that only in this way could she dispel the influence of her thoughts a little.

She picked up the soap and smeared it on her body, and when she rubbed it on her arm, she saw the soaked rag tied to her wrist.

She removed it in the water

Wash it gently, as if you are treating something precious, tie it back to your wrist after washing, dry your body, and change into ordinary clothes.

When she went out, she put on a long hat to cover her face, and without alarming anyone, she rode out of the palace alone.

It's ridiculous to say that after being a queen for so many years, she has dealt with countless political affairs, but she has hardly seen the outside world.

People's time and energy are limited, and when the position is too high, in order to pursue efficiency, they can only make decisions on pieces of data.

When data gets good, when it gets bad, when it gets bad, but we don't know what kind of individual each data represents.

Solandale left the palace and looked at the scenery along the way, all kinds of people and things passing through her eyes.

Since the enactment of the Territorial Security Act, Dorkuland has taken on a strange sense of sophistication, with farmland and factories deserted, but there has always been an abundance of materials, people no longer work, no one to produce, and society is still thriving.

The whole kingdom is like a ghost that is detached from objective laws and has no substance.

Solandelle arrives at the bustling bazaar - it is said to be a bazaar, but there is no concept of "market" anymore, there is no trade, only supplies, and everyone can go to the public supply warehouse and receive the supplies given by the Lord Regent as needed.

It was the early morning of the day, but the tavern had opened early, and the rich aroma of wine was entwined all around, and it seemed that even the halo of the morning sun had become blurred.

People who don't have to work are singing loudly, staggering, gulping down free wine and eating delicious snacks, and a few over-drunk drinkers blushing

I fell down, and I fell back into a deep sleep not long after I got up.

It is said that there are thoughts in the day and dreams in the night.

But they slept soundly and did not dream.

After all, reality is incomparably better, and no one needs false dreams anymore.

Outside the tavern, the troubadour sat on a bench with his guitar in hand, his fingers jumping lightly, and he sang a lilting ballad in his mouth, each melody in praise of the great regent who had given it all.

People gathered around the troubadours in groups, some singing together, others intoxicated by the melody, thankful for what they had gained.

Who would have imagined that 10 years ago, Dogourand was a country of poverty, wealth concentrated in the hands of the aristocracy, and at least half of the citizens were under the fence, struggling on the edge of food and clothing every day.

Now, it has become a "paradise".

In Solandale's eyes, however, everything she saw was more like a cage.

Mortals are drunk in cages and are kept in captivity by the "gods".

When he arrived at the square, Solandale found that it was crowded with people, and the tide of people gathered here, everyone's eyes shining with abnormal fanaticism, next to the statue of the Sun King, which had just been toppled the day before.

And the scene in the center of the square stung her eyes.

The Inquisitor of the Royal City, wearing a visor and a tassel in the color of the black of death, stood on a high vantage point overlooking the fanatically looking inhabitants, on the gallows behind him... Hanging the body of a little girl.

The little girl was only about ten years old, her neck twisted and covered with thick hemp rope, her clothes were tattered, her skin was full of marks of beatings, and the dried blood fell in the shaking when the wind blew, like the mouth of a slaughtered animal.

"This

It's a cold-blooded monster! The inquisitor clenched his fingers and pointed his index finger at the corpse of the little girl hanging from the gallows, and let out an angry roar.

"All this time, Lord Regent has sheltered the kingdom of Dogurland, giving us everything in our lives. I've also thought that human nature is evil, and maybe not everyone will be grateful. ”

"But I really didn't expect that there would be such a wicked person, not only ungrateful for the mercy of my lord, but even slandered him!"

The inquisitor threw out a booklet, which, judging by the delicate cover and decals, should have belonged to the diary of a little girl.

"This monster has left an abomination in his diary - I have been observing things around me lately, that the firewood burned by the fireplace will turn into heat and ashes, and the seeds will be sown in the soil, and they need to be watered and sunburned to germinate."

"Everything in this world will be born and die, and if you want to obtain something, you must always have the same amount of things to exchange with it, this is the truth I see."

"But it's strange now, the Regent can bring an infinite amount of matter out of thin air, unlike what I've usually observed."

Is he above the truth? I don't think so, the god doesn't exist, he's just a human, so what price did he pay... Perhaps, we are the price? ”

The Inquisitor's hand was so hard that the diary was twisted and distorted by him, just like his angry voice: "Lord Regent has been fighting for a better life for us, for your happiness and fulfillment. But—"

"But there is such an abomination in human skin, writing evil words, using her shallow cognition

To tarnish the unshakable truth is betrayal! She has betrayed my lord! Betrayed the kingdom! I betrayed you too! ”

"Damn !!" The fanatical and pious people picked up the stones from the ground and threw them at the little girl's body, which was scarred and blood dripping.

Fortunately, the dead body does not feel pain...

The judge raised his hand to stop everyone from throwing stones, and then dragged one from the stage with his own hands and tied it

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women, pushing her to the gallows.

"This woman is the culprit who was born of that abomination!" The inquisitor grabbed the little girl's mother by the hair, and his voice was very eerie, "Tell me, did you teach her those evil words?" ”

Under the cold gaze of the people, the woman was already sobbing, and her voice was distorted with fear: "It's not me... I have always taught her to fear our Lord, and I have never taught her this! ...”

The judge's tone was faint: "Then do you think today's sentence to her is fair?" ”

The woman looked up at her daughter's corpse, no one knew what kind of torment she was under, only to see her eyes wide open, tears pouring out, and her voice so suppressed that it was almost distorted: "I think... Penalty... Very just..."

"Since you think it's just—" The inquisitor leaned down, his voice as cold as the winter wind, "Then why don't you laugh?" ”

The woman wanted to suppress her crying, but the more she endured it, the more the crying came out of her throat, and she endured it five or six times before the muscles on her face twitched, and the corners of her mouth pulled an extremely exaggerated arc.

"Good, good, shhhhh

The man's head, gently caressed, and the voice softened, "Reverently atone, my lord will forgive you." ”

After the inquisitor had finished speaking, he cut off the woman's hair one by one with a razor, shaved her head, and hung a wooden plaque around her neck.

The sign reads: I gave birth to a monster.

The punishment for the woman is also very simple, she only needs to hang this wooden sign and stand by her daughter's body for a day to be seen by passers-by.

Remember to laugh.

Only by laughing is to be grateful for the kindness of our Lord.

The crowd gradually dispersed, some scolding coldly, others educating their children on the matter, and people passed by, accompanied by endless bad words.

I don't know how long it took, everyone ended their denunciation of the monster, full of spring and high spirits, some went home to live with their families, and some went to the tavern to start the day's fun.

Everyone has a good life.

Only the child's mother stood by the gallows with a tag, hairless, with a smile on her face, and the flesh and bones that had been raised for more than ten years swayed in the wind, never to wake up again.

When the judge left the execution platform, he happened to meet his companion, and the two greeted each other cordially.

"Hey, how's it going?"

"Very busy, yesterday the dead bird caught more than a dozen people who blasphemed my lord, and they were all executed in one go."

"There are people who want to die every day, they can't stop it, and I just got one here."

"We have to work hard, other cities can handle nearly a hundred every day, and the efficiency of Wangcheng is too low, and it is at the bottom of the assessment every year."

"I knew I was so tired, so I resigned and returned to my hometown, this year being a civilian is much more comfortable than being an official, and I can eat and drink without working without worry, yes

It's unfair to think about it. ”

"Be careful, there are dead birds everywhere, I don't want to send you to the gallows with my own hands."

"Haha, whining, whining, I still want to follow my lord for another fifty years~"

The two inquisitors laughed and left, and Solandel stood there alone, with the mother and daughter separated by life and death reflected in her eyes, and under her feet was the land of her ten years of kingship, and it was a bright morning with the morning sun, but it seemed as if everything was swallowed up by darkness.

Solandale walked up to the woman, didn't raise her eyes to look at her, didn't know whether she didn't want to, or didn't dare, only a sad voice trembled: "Everyone has the right to cry, cry if you want to..."

The woman kept laughing with her hands on the tag hanging from her neck, and when she heard Solandelle's words, she laughed even more enthusiastically, the muscles on her face collapsed tighter, the corners of her mouth almost teared her lips when she laughed, and her eyes were squeezed into two slits.

In this great Doguland, no one dares to cry, no one dares not to laugh.

The woman laughed, her whole face contorted, even her gums exposed, more merry than a circus clown, but it is impossible for a human being to control her physiological reflexes, just as she cannot control her tears.

Clear liquid flowed out of those squeezed eyes, her jaw kept shaking, and she smiled and said, "Rong... Return... I... Lord..."

...

Solandale continued to walk in the royal city, full of thriving and singing about wine, but there was a huge sense of depression that came out of nowhere and made people breathless.

Eventually, she couldn't walk anymore and sat alone on the corner of the alley, and the weather had changed from sunny to cloudy not long ago, and now it was down

It rained, and the street scenery became depressed and blurred, and it was impossible to see in the distance.

The rain fell on the pavement, on the pedestrians who covered their heads and ran wildly, and they passed by the queen of the rain, silent and restless.

The rain fell from the dark sky, and the chill enveloped the cold city, and Solandelle allowed herself to get wet, clutching the rags on her wrists, her face dripping with rain or something.

"It's back..."