Wearing Pandora is swollen and broken [Greek mythology]

At the same time, the evening wind moves wantonly through the forest, like an invisible ghost, cruising through the gaps between leaves and sparse tree shadows.A few strands of them clung to the rock wall, and finally overflowed into the hole of the rock wall lightly, walking through the darkness, brushing one after another of jagged stalagmites and hanging stalactites, and finally disappeared. bottom of the abyss.

The deeper it is, the more dense whispers and sighs are layered on top of each other. Every time the countless whispers touch a stone wall, they will dissipate into thousands of threads and echoes like cracked water splashes, making it impossible to distinguish The authenticity of that voice.

— except in the deepest part of the cave.

"What a vision."

"You mean—the girl?"

"Fart. I mean Epimetheus."

"Why does he have good eyesight? It's strange, no one has ever praised him like this, including his brother."

"You're biased. Why doesn't he have good eyesight? If we see a cave that we can see, can he have bad eyesight?"

"..."

"Kroto, no wonder I always feel that there are more and more narcissistic creatures, and they are all influenced by you. You have to get rid of this problem."

"Lachesis, why can't you shut up and do your own work quietly like your sister?"

"You are the one who talks the most, right? If other gods knew that the mysterious and dignified Goddess of Fate in their impression looked like this in private, they would probably be speechless, right?"

"It doesn't matter. You said it anyway—it's private. Why do you need to maintain your image in front of you? It's a waste of expression."

In the deepest part of the cave, stalactites and stalagmites are stretching wantonly in the darkness. Thousands of years of carving have finally made this place a magnificent palace hidden in the dark.In the most authentic silence, only a few strands of cracks on the top of the cave wall leak light like mist and smoke, hanging down like a light rain curtain, softly reflecting the blurred outlines of things in the cave.

Three female gods are sitting under the soft light curtain.

Even though there is light, compared to the abyss-like darkness, the lightness can only be surrendered—I can’t see the faces of these three goddesses clearly, I can only vaguely see their hands are constantly moving—Kroto, the youngest, is in charge Spinning the thread, Lachesis sitting in the middle straightened the thread little by little, while Atropos, the oldest at the side, held a pair of plain scissors and cut the thread that Lachesis handed over from time to time.

Their movements are like clouds and flowing water. In the interweaving of darkness and light, they use their nimble fingers to compose the most ups and downs of silent music.

At this moment, the three goddesses were chatting with visitors who passed by outside the cave, and the cave was not as quiet as it used to be.

"Okay Croto, don't talk about Epimetheus anymore. We should really pay attention to that child, right?"

"Yes, we have never guided her to the side of the goddess of fate, but she has come."

"However, that child didn't see us, he just ran away."

"I have to say, that child's intuition is really sharp." Croto's lazy voice finally became a little more serious, "By the way, sister, shall we just let her go like this?"

"cut."

Atropos, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.Her voice has a profound flatness, like a pool of still water, without any waves.

"What?" Lachesis and Crotor exclaimed in unison.

"Her existence is unreasonable. So when I discovered this, I immediately cut off her lifeline."

"But, it's useless." Atyporos lowered her eyes and continued her work.

Both Lachesis and Kroto looked at each other in dismay, they were still alive after being cut off from the thread of fate... This was the first time they encountered such a situation, it was simply unimaginable.

"How is this possible, let me see..." Lachess began to rummage through a pile of threads, and finally remembered that the thread should have been taken by Atepoulos just now, and she quickly took it Come over and look carefully, the words are full of confusion, "She was created by Hephaestus, right? Zeus wants to use her as a poisonous fruit to deal with Prometheus and humans. She will be with Epime Hughes got married, had a daughter named Pyla, and finally died of a disaster caused by his own curiosity... All of this was clearly arranged, what went wrong for her to escape our control?"

"Stop talking about it, you idiot, haven't you noticed it after looking at it for a long time?" Crotor pulled the other end of the line and rolled his eyes resentfully.

"Found what?"

"Soul! The soul has been stolen! The soul in that body is not the same as the soul described in this thread!"

"Wait a minute, isn't this problem because you made a mistake when spinning the thread? Usually, let you work harder, and this will be fine."

"you!"

Seeing that Croto and Lachesis were about to quarrel, Atropos finally interrupted them loudly.

"Okay, Lachesis, this is not Crotor's problem."

"That child's soul does not belong to this world at all. No matter what Crotor does, there is no way to bring the soul of another world here."

"We can only decide the fate of the creatures in this world, and she is free."

Atepoulos' words made the other two goddesses realize the seriousness of the problem.Even Kroto can't bring the soul of another world here, so let that soul appear here...

"Sister, could it be...that person's meaning? But...it never interfered with us..." Lachesis murmured.

"Who knows?" Crotor shrugged, "Just like no one knows our true virtues in private, no one will know what it really thinks...or in other words, it doesn't matter whether it has thoughts or not. It's the problem."

"But sister, even if the child's soul is not under our control, her body still belongs to this world. As long as it belongs to this world, it should be under our control. Is there no way to let her cock die directly?"

"Tried it, it didn't work. Cutting that plausible lifeline made her weak for a moment at most, and had no real effect at all. In that child, the soul definitely overrides the body-her dick itself is made of a pile of dead As long as her soul is alive, she can be considered alive." Atropos spoke without ups and downs, but his calm words were like thunder, causing her two sisters to fall into silence.

"Do you want to tell Zeus about this child?" Crotor said weakly.

Lachesis shook his head upon hearing this, "This violates the rules of fate."

"Then we just let it go?"

"This is the meaning of fate. Besides obeying, is there any other choice?"

The elder Atepoulos did not join the conversation between the two younger sisters, but continued to work in silence. She was only responsible for deciding the death of the living beings, and the rest was none of her business.

Croto grabbed the pile of thread a little irritably, and complained with a snort: "It's really annoying, how can Zeus and Prometheus be so tossing? Zeus is also, he insists on playing Pandora's Box, now I don't know what went wrong to create such an uncontrollable monster... If he finds out about this kid one day in the future, he will probably be furious?"

"I'm the one who worries me the most, right?" Lachesis was also a little unhappy, she looked at the thread wrapped around her finger, "This child is really well hidden, if it hadn't bumped into us this time, Who can notice that her soul is different from the one on the line? Now, it feels like there is such an uncertain factor, and many lines of fate are a little blurred. How can I arrange it? In my opinion, This uncontrollable will bring about many variables.”

"Also, why are you complaining about Zeus and Prometheus? Aren't you spinning the thread of fate? After all, isn't it because you are meddlesome?"

"That was decided by fate, not by me." Crotor spread his hands.

"You can pull it down."

"Really, fate determines their fate, but they cannot completely control their thoughts. They are not our puppets. What Zeus and Prometheus are thinking every day is beyond my control."

"Okay. Anyway, I hate them both, there are many things to do."

"If I had to say it, I hate Prometheus a little more. Ever since he created humans, we've had so much work to do that we don't have time to go out and find a new hole. The water is dry where we are now , this piece of stalactite will be destroyed one day.”

Cloto's words aroused Lachesis' imagination, and she couldn't help but echoed, "Yes, next time I want to find a cave with hot springs, there seems to be a suitable place on the other side of the bay, with snow-white caves and blue caves. The spring pool, the scenery is also beautiful..."

"...Wait a minute, it seems that Epimetheus and the others will go there too..." Lachesis stopped hesitantly as he spoke.

"What's the matter?" Kroto turned his head and asked Atropos who was beside him, "Sister, you can't directly control the fate of the child, but you should be able to make some accidents to disturb her by making side effects?"

"You can try." Atropos cut a thread in his hand.

"Ah, since my sister has agreed, then I'm going to do it!" Croto sat back in front of the spinning pile with some excitement, rubbed his hands and said, "That's fine, Zeus won't be able to say anything when he asks. , after all, we have worked hard to stop this uncertain factor.”

"Croto, I think you just didn't want others to occupy your cave, so you did it?"

"Lachesis, fate decided to make them encounter difficulties."

"Fate is your reason?"

Over there, Kroto and Lachesis were arguing and meticulously arranging the trap of fate they specially set up. Neither of the two goddesses noticed the unpredictable expression in the pupils of the quiet elder sister.

Atropos gently closed the handle of the scissors, and with an inaudible "click", a piece of thread fell to the ground and turned into ashes without a sound.

However, after a while, the pile of ash condensed on the ground rustling again, twisting like a snake dancing, and finally turned back into an unscathed thread.

Sure enough... still, no.

Atropos glanced at the little sister who was in a state of excitement, but did not tell her that her plan would probably fail.

This time, isn't it on the side of God...

Atropos, who was vaguely aware of something, picked up the thread on the ground again, and continued his work mechanically and calmly.

......

On the other side, Pan Duoduo's situation fluctuated from good to bad, with cold sweat dripping all over his body for a while, and burning like a ball of fire for a while, again and again, which almost didn't make Epimetheus and his nephew panic.

Epimetheus looked at the girl in great pain, and wished he could replace it with his own body. He only regretted why he took her to the door of the cave and made her suffer like this.

This incident revealed a strange feeling from the beginning to the end. If Xiaodouding hadn't stopped him, Epimetheus would have gone back to explore the cave and catch the culprit who scared the girl.

I don't understand it, and it makes people puzzled.

Fortunately, at midnight, the girl's condition finally stabilized.Seeing that her cheeks were pale pink like rose petals again, and her lips were no longer pale, the one big and one who were waiting beside her were relieved in unison, and fell asleep dragging their mental exhaustion.

then.

At dawn this day, the girl woke up from the embrace of the male god.When she wanted to stretch her limbs, she found that she was firmly locked in the arms of a mature and powerful male body.Through the thin fabric, one can feel the rhythmic slight undulation of the strong muscles, obviously the owner of this chest is still in a deep sleep.

Pan Duoduo was obviously stunned for a moment, and then felt her blood pressure rise rapidly.

She stretched out her hand and pushed Epimetheus, and found that he was tightly confining her retreat in a posture of guarding a humanoid pillow. She seemed to sense that the treasure in her arms wanted to leave, and the handsome eyebrows were still restless. wrinkled.

Pan Duoduo: ...

Convinced, convinced.

He seemed to take care of her very late last night, probably because he was very tired, and now she couldn't bear to disturb his sleep.

Just lie down for a while, um, it's all because I don't want to disturb him, not because I want to stay in the arms of the handsome guy and can't get up.

Yes, that must be true.