Died at the age of 17

Vulkan has always felt that literati are the ugliest species in the world.

They enshrine unwarranted talents, so that they can stand out from the crowd and despise all living beings.They built the most glorious towers, and waited for the silence and worship of the world.As clean as their words are, their hearts are as dirty. They have the most lofty ideals, but they do the most dirty deeds.They seek a delicate balance between dreams and reality. They dream lucidly and then wake up in dreams, so that they can cycle day after day in self-paralysis.They think they can change the world, but in the end they are just changed by the world and unable to fight, weeping timidly.

And today's party is a carnival for literati.This group of stinking literati, they flattered each other late at night, attacked each other passionately, and were cynical.

Xia Musha didn't know where she was going, and she didn't know why she was going there.Just follow Vulkan and believe completely.He fully believes that it is not a kind of delusion, he has a completely clear mind and a completely free soul.He decided to devote himself to love, even if he exhausted all his youthful enthusiasm, just like a fanatical religious believer sacrifices for his faith, and a revolutionary devotes himself to the revolution.

The wind is howling, and the night is coming.

It was an abandoned factory building, the windows covered with gray-red rust were pasted up with newspapers, and the wind howled and sneaked in through the cracks in the brick walls.The factory building is very empty. There is a long table in the center of the factory building, and simple wooden chairs are placed in rows on both sides of the table.The light bulb hung high in the center of the roof, glowing intermittently, very dim.

The guests came in twos and threes, unable to see their faces or identities clearly.The description of the body is covered by the night like a deep cloak.

Vulcan walked in leading Xia Musha.In Xia Miusha's eyes, everything here is so fresh, like a scene in a novel, like a meeting of a secret organization.Vulcan randomly found a seat near the end of the table and sat down, with Xia Musha sitting next to him.He held Vulcan's hand tightly, a kind of inexplicable fear and excitement mixed in his heart, uneasy.

In the dark, people's five senses will be infinitely magnified.Like a blindfolded lamb, feeling the threat, the unknown, the existence, everything.Infinitely close to the darkness, will also infinitely understand the true meaning of life.

The roar of the metal clockwork pierced the air, splashing ripples in the stagnant air of the factory building, expanding and reciprocating.The tympanic membrane was cut and scratched on the brain.The ethereal and crisp music sounded, the clockwork was creaking, and the metal sheets knocked against each other to make a sound.So agile, but so calm, like tears dripping in the dark night.A hoarse voice sounded in the air with the music of the music box, 'I heard the gears of fate turning, and the melody of death sounded, singing the desperate poems of life. '

Xia Mousha felt a strange trembling, this excitement ran along his ears and stimulated every nerve in him.At that moment, flashes of light flashed before his eyes.He saw something and wanted to write it down with a pen, but it was fleeting.He saw the beach of his childhood, the waves hitting the rocks and making a soft sound, the church bell rang in his ears at that moment, and the setting sun pierced the sky and made a crackling sound.It is the movement of nature and the hymn of life.He sometimes smiles, sometimes frowns, immersed in his own sensory world.

Vulkan turned his head quietly, and whispered close to Xia Musha's ear, "Now you can probably see what this is doing." Xia Musha was startled, he seemed to look up at Vulcan's face, but found that there was only a deep and silent darkness in front of him.Only the gentle touch of the sound passing through the ear canal and the scent of eau de toilette in the air reminded him that Vulkan was still by his side.

This is a game among literati, a game about stimulating each other to find inspiration.The nature of this game bears some resemblance to cult activities.The moment you enter, surrender your soul to the devil.Indulge the rampant desire in the depths of the soul, and pursue a sensory experience of pure limit.Beyond the mediocre life of the world, above and above morality.People in the dark night are like beasts in the primeval forest, the darkness is stimulated and magnified, and they are violent and wanton.

Vulkan's eyes are as cold as ice, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised are almost cruel. In this dark night, everyone's feelings are different. The only thing I can say is that the poem just now is really bad. It is a superficial declaration. to force meaning. 'His tone was unabashedly mean and sarcastic.

Xia Musha trembled, he held Vulcan's hand tightly.Yes, it is night and not day.Most of the desires that wake up in the dark are dark and smelly, and can only be left to rot in the bottom of the heart, and cannot be displayed in the sun.Xia Musha is probably one of the few in the dark night, he is pure and clear without impurities.His heart and soul, not covered by the haze, shone faintly in the dark night.

'It was the tear of God, and it made a clear sound when it fell to the ground. Xia Musha chanted softly, he heard the sound of all the beautiful life blooming in his ears, and the tears of God's mercy irrigated the desert, blooming the hope of life.Human life, plant life, animal life, and all unknown lives are worthy of respect and compassion.

This is a relatively positive emotion, the sunshine that breaks through the clouds, and this is real hope.Vulkan smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.He remembered the first time he came here, Charlotte held his hand like this, and sat where they were sitting now.The past and reality seem to be juxtaposed in front of the eyes, and then crossed and flowed to achieve eternity.

At that time, he rekindled hope for the miserable life for the first time. He had never expected to live in this desperate and desolate land like that.He is not afraid of the night at all, he lives in the overlapping shadows of darkness and darkness.However, in the dark night, he saw hope, a real hope, a hope that belonged to him.

That year, he was 17 years old, he had youth, love, hope, and all the beautiful things in this world.He knew that the feast would eventually come to an end, the glitz would be gone, and only the sound of broken dreams would remain.He is still willing to devote all his life and enthusiasm in exchange for a beautiful eternity, even if he burns his life, he will not hesitate.

It's just that fate didn't let him go after all.It robbed him of everything, youth, hope, future, even the chance to fight it.Hope chose him, but cruelly abandoned him, pushing him into the abyss of despair.He saw everything here, youth, love, hope.And everything is lost here suddenly.

He died, died here, at 17.

That day the beasts took off the disguise of human civilization and surrounded him in the middle.Her naked eyes shone green in the darkness.They yelled and roared, drool dripping down their fur-covered faces onto the ground.

He became a sacrifice to this dark party.

He was lying on the table, his body was brutally torn apart by the dark desire and the instinct of the beast. At first, the pain pierced his heart, and later, there was no more pain, only numbness remained.He felt his soul withdraw from his body, surrounded by a never-ending icy despair.In the end, his heart full of holes was shattered into powder under the cold eyes of his lover who turned a blind eye.

He may have forgotten the sunshine and the warm touch of hope on his face, but he will never forget the face of his lover in the broken time.At that moment, the lover is like a cruel god.He remembered that his lover sacrificed him to the darkness, he remembered that there were tears on his lover's face, he remembered that his lover was so brave, so cowardly, and so sad.

In the lover's sad eyes, the love and hope once burned to the extreme, and turned into ashes in an instant.The way the lover looks at him is a kind of deep guilt and condescending compassion.At that moment, he felt that his lover's eyes were so cute, but also so hateful.

His love also reached its peak at that moment, like the last brilliance of fireworks blooming in the sky.Such beauty, such despair.

The death of the body is not the end of life, the extinction of the soul is just a journey of dust, and the real death is the collapse and annihilation of hope, complete despair.

He felt hatred, as if he had been abandoned by God since the day he was born.He cried and fell asleep in countless dark nights, and was heartbroken in countless black days. He questioned the reason of God countless times, and what kind of sin he committed to be punished like this.But he never heard an echo, only his dead soul in the night, mocking the hope he once had.He no longer believed in God, or it could be said that he never believed in God.

He infused the life of nothingness into a sharp weapon.His revenge has begun. He takes revenge on the non-existing gods, those who have hurt him, and the innocent and innocent souls. His weapon of revenge will eventually be directed at himself.He's not afraid, he's fearless, and he gets what he wants.

He couldn't see the young man beside him, but he could smell his sea-like green breath, and he could draw the outline of the young man in the dark, how much he looked like his former lover.How much he wanted to see this face full of hope and longing, outlined by the strokes of despair.How much he wanted to see this soul exuding pure white light, dimmed, broken and annihilated.

Young people are much like themselves back then.The same youth, the same anticipation.He likes the appearance of broken beauty, and destroying beautiful things with his own hands is a pleasure almost desperate.He was hopeless, and what kept him alive was the dark red sparks of despair.

There are no angels and no hope in this world, only demons with dark hatred running rampant in the world.The beasts devoured his human body and released his soul from the depths of hell.He is the devil, the deep hatred is the sharp sickle in his hand.

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