[Comprehensive] living to death

When she walked into the Endless Hall, it could already be called a "ruin": the tall Corinthian columns stood incomplete, and the once exquisite decorations became blurred sections; the floor was broken, the ceiling collapsed, and those exquisite paintings were broken into countless pieces. Stones fell to the ground messily.There used to be a deep starry sky outside the palace, but now it is only gray; there is neither darkness nor light.

Among the desolate ruins, the only thing that stands tall is the throne: the commanding heights piled up with countless broken stones, and the stone-carved seats stand solemnly.

Orwell sat there.Now, he is neither the Queen Mother of the West, nor a clown in a purple suit; at first glance, he looks like a warrior in full armor, then a king wearing gold and silver, and then like a clown in ancient Greek mythology. The god, dressed in a white linen robe, wears a crown of olive leaves on his long golden hair.

God has no fixed image, just as he has no fixed name; the name of the gods is his name, and the image of the gods is his image.

Every image is full and perfect, and then under the gaze of the bright moon, his flesh and blood gradually melt away; his body begins to rot, and maggots grow on his pale bones.

His face was perfect—half perfect, half rotten; with it he gazed into the distance into nothingness, as if gazing at every passing moment he had ever experienced.

He is reading a poem.

"I was the one who started the day, and I am the one who comes at the end..."

He is always reading poetry.

"...I go to the distance, and the distance is still the distance. I will not arrive.

Yet I can shine.

I am far away..."

The ethereal music has been echoing, like a hymn with no beginning and no end, floating softly in the barren temple.It seems that there is a voice singing along with the music, but if you listen carefully, there is only the pure and faint music, slowly scattered like petals falling in the sun.

"...I proclaim the coming of the flood of 'denial';

I declare the beginning of the century of 'denial'..."

From the sky above the temple, a ray of sunlight came from nowhere, and it really fell on the god.His long hair was a foggy pale gold; transparent tears flowed from both his good and decayed eyes.

But his expression was calm.

Extremely peaceful, extremely peaceful.

"...I write the spells of the years, I break the timers of time.

I plant limbs in my distance,

Let the distance guide me where to go. "

He looked slowly at the bright moon; bathed in golden light, the dying god looked at her.

"Daughter of Shamash, what are you doing here?"

"I'll pay you back."

She floated over and came to the top of the rocky hill, put a small sun on the knee of the god, and took a few steps back to look at it, and said, "It's not bad to be a hot water bottle?"

The little sun floated quietly, spreading weak but steady light and heat in the square inch of the palm of the god.The god touched the surface of the sun lightly, then raised his hand and sent the sun into that ray of sunlight.

God looked up to the sun; the light fell into his eyes.

His eyes have gazed upon billions of stars.

"Shamash is my favorite deity," he said softly, "but it wasn't until much later that I realized that the moment I had my 'favorite', I had lost my godhood."

—The real gods have no will and feelings of their own.

"You look a lot like Shamash."

Empty temples, desolate temples; every word uttered by the once glorious gods echoes far away here.

Mingyue shook her head, turned around, and planned to leave here.

"Daughter of Shamash, are you confused about the world?"

The god behind him suddenly asked an unclear question.

"Do you regret all the world you've given your life for?"

She stopped and didn't look back.

"Why do you ask that?"

"You have already noticed it." The eyes of the gods watched her quietly, "All the worlds you have experienced are derivatives of the world you were born in."

"It's all a product of the imagination of the people in your world..."

"It's a lower-dimensional world."

Why can I travel freely between different worlds?Why can the core of those worlds be taken away?Why is the world divided into strong and weak, and why is it that no matter how many weak world cores the dying gods get, they can only survive for a while?

——Because those worlds were born from fantasy.

"Painful? Regretful? Confused?"

"The sacrifices made for the illusory world, the love and hatred paid for the illusory people."

Confused... huh?

Bewildered.

All those who once believed in the truth, once loved and hated.

It wasn't until I stepped out of those worlds, stood here and looked back at them, that I realized how many obviously unreasonable places and how many forced interpretations of joys and sorrows there are.

"I……"

Those that are unreasonable, those that are too easy...all of these are taken for granted.

Because they are all just fictional worlds.

The real and complicated world is simplified: the darkness of human nature is understated, and the purity and strength become extremely simple; everyone will be moved by love and peace in the end; as long as you make up your mind and move forward, you will be able to succeed; kindness must be exchanged for sincerity , Evil deeds will eventually have retribution.

Mingyue turned her head and took a deep breath.

"I... have been confused."

Because, she is in that kind of world... She has gained, lost, been happy, and been in pain.But without exception, she in every world believed that there must be a better future until she died, even if she could never see it again.

However, the moment she discovered the truth, she asked herself: Does this "firm belief" really make sense?

In a virtual world where "love and peace" is the answer, are her efforts and sacrifices really meaningful?

Isn't the love, peace and justice obtained after simplifying all the dark, complicated, desperate but real human nature even more desperate?

"but……"

"I don't hurt."

"I have no pain, no regrets. I don't regret everything I've done; I'm forever grateful for everything I've had."

"only……"

She slowly raised a peculiar smile.The smile was very light and faint, but it was true and determined, only the corners of the lips were stained with a little sadness that could not be erased.

"I just... feel a little sad."

It's as if... if the most painful things in the real world are not removed, human beings cannot get those good things.

"Are you asking this now, do you want to make me suffer, or make me shake?"

The throne under a ray of sunlight is white and dazzling; the god sitting on it has the beauty of life and the horror of death at the same time, but the smile he is showing now does not make people associate with ugliness at all.

"'Why'...? Like why I'd go to all that trouble to get a reality show to trick you." He chuckled, "Because—it's fun."

"What I'm going to say next, if you ask me why? It's also because it's interesting."

He suddenly changed to a comfortable sitting position and leaned on the back of the throne chair.

"Daughter of Shamash, your experience in the real world is still too little. Of course, no human being can claim to be experienced in front of me."

"You think the things you encountered were too simple, and those people were too beautiful, so you feel confused and doubtful? Those too beautiful human beings... Well, of course they really existed."

"My world and I have existed for hundreds of millions of years. I have seen countless times the civilizations of intelligent creatures rise and fall like tides, and the number of tragedies is far more than that of comedies. The so-called history is just composed of countless gravels in front of me. deserts, I can smash millions of years into each other with just a handful."

"I've seen more humans than you can imagine; when I cast a glimpse of the human world from beyond the innumerable dimensions, only the very best can leave a trace in my memory. And that is their life ; in every detail, from the very beginning when neither of them had any memory until death came."

"Use your definition and language to describe them. There are those who are infatuated and never change; there are those who never look back; those who burn their lives in the light of idealism are no less than the moths that die in the candlelight at night. "

"Yes, the worlds you have been to were indeed phantoms. They were born from imagination, and the laws that support the world's operation are simple and crude. However, the world also has instincts; even the simplest world wants to evolve to a higher dimension. Then It's the world's will to live—just as I, too, will struggle until the end comes."

"They start to come closer to your world. What you think about—the so-called 'complex reality'—is born in them little by little."

"Otherwise, what do you think you've encountered? Stupid, dragging clansmen, headstrong, self-righteous power lovers to death; cowards who betrayed their companions for their families and betrayed their families for survival; The martyrs who gave everything to their country but fell into internal strife. The indifference behind the tenderness, the hatred wrapped in love; the majority who laugh at justice and take pride in selfishness, and many more who refuse to think and become numb to life ordinary people."

"However, there is only one thing in a world that cannot be changed; that is its core law."

"A world born out of human yearning for love, justice, and peace can never really betray the expectations it carries."

"You will see that no matter how rotten people are, there will be even a tiny spark shining; people who are willing to give everything to love others or the world will never be found. There are people falling all the time , Every second, someone cries out of remorse."

"And the world is born of laws. Since these worlds can have such a beautiful thing as the core, it shows one point—"

"At the very core of your world, these are the things that run."

"Elimination of all redundancy, the core of the world is the 'real'. So in a sense, even if it sounds unbelievable, it is true that the world you have experienced, or your real world, Their truth can be equated to—”

"Love and justice and peace."

The volume of the reverberating hymn gradually increased; the vague and difficult to catch chant gradually became clearer.

She didn't speak for a long time.She watched, watched the god's body slowly turn into rock under the sun; the rock part continued to spread from bottom to top.

He is - a god who is about to die.

"Really? That's really..."

Tears slid down the corners of her upturned lips.

"Success in Secondary School, makes people want to cry because they are moved."

The temple began to crumble, and even the ruins began to turn into nothingness.There was no more life around, no sound; in the last waning rays of the sun, the gods closed their eyes.

Shamash...

I can also be regarded as... for the one in a billion chance of survival, I will put all my eggs in one basket...

Although I failed...but I also...struggled...

It can be regarded as... brilliant...

——Everything that should be tangible will eventually be wiped out; before the eternal night, may I be brilliant enough.

The so-called "reality show" that was casually fabricated at the beginning... In the end, it really is...

very apt...

I've never... regretted it either.

Time...todie...

Volume Four: The Daily Life of a Traveler