She received the gift of God [Greek mythology]

The sweet fragrance of the undead fruit entangles and melts between the lips and teeth, and the warm light of the swaying flames fills the peripheral vision, as if the whole world is covered with sticky and warm honey, thinking is stagnant, and there is a sound in the ear, not knowing whether it is a heartbeat or a burst of sparks When the crisp sound.Everything is burning slowly, only the stone wall is cold, and when the breath of the gods passes by, it is tingling and tingling, a little cold, or maybe it is actually the itchiness evoked by the ends of the curly hair.

Pandora trembled, and was sober for a moment, feeling as if it shouldn't be like this.Is it the effect of the undead fruit that makes the head confused?She quickly denied it.She just needs an excuse to sink in.Anyway, it's a dream, so there's no need to pretend.But this is Hermes' dream.The embarrassment wavered again.

She hesitated, and couldn't help but tighten Hermes' hair.He raised his head, the golden rings in his green eyes were shining brightly, and his moist lips seemed to be dripping honey: "If you hate it, just tell me."

How could it be annoying.

Even inexplicably sad because of nostalgia.

Hermes learns everything quickly, and is full of curiosity to explore unknown skills.Pandora's ease of self-confidence soon faced a daunting challenge.But the other party didn't seem to be much more calm than her, and after a while, he came back to her, talking nonsense and coquettishly with her, while hesitantly probing.

She didn't know what she said in response.

Hermes held her breath for a moment, her pupils dilated intently, and she saw her shadow suddenly magnified due to the dive.

Pandora raised her head, her vision was a little out of focus.For no reason, she thought of the golden light that she vaguely saw that killed the hundred-eyed giant.It seems to be like this all the time, he can speak well, and is good at making strong words to turn black and white, but when it comes time to take action, he will not be ambiguous at all.

But how will this dream end now?There is no clue where the power of disaster falls, and it is even more difficult to convince Hermes to realize that this is a dream under such circumstances.

As soon as her mind wandered, Hermes became a little unhappy, and he fumbled for ways to play tricks.

The originally incoherent train of thought became fragmented.Pandora simply gave up.Let's talk about it after he wakes up...

After being exhausted and groggy, she fell into a deeper dream.

It was the memory that Chaos had filled for her, and it was the time of Ilysion that happened once and then ceased to exist.But she soon forgot about it.She walked lightly, surrounded by a silent night, as quiet as death.

She didn't know where she was going, but a familiar feeling ahead called her.It was the feeling that woke her up from her sleep, and lured her across the night-time Field of Paradise, and stumbled to the strange and uninhabited hills.

In front of you is a green grassy hill.

She stopped in bewilderment.

But the irresistible call lay ahead, and she proceeded hesitantly, passing through an invisible barrier, up a gentle hillside, and crashing into an unfamiliar courtyard surrounded by olive trees.There is a stone house ahead, and a shrine-like building.Her calling comes from the latter.

She couldn't control her steps and just walked towards the shrine.

The door was unlocked, and it opened with a push. She stepped over the threshold and walked quietly into the dark depths of the shrine. Without hesitation, she walked straight through, as if she knew what to look for.

She stopped in front of the altar-like stone platform, lowered her head in a trance, and looked at the enshrined things.

She saw herself.

In a split second shorter than lightning splitting the sky, she understood everything.

Memories that should be washed clean by the waters of Lather suddenly flooded into the astral body.She understood that she was dead.She remembered the brief life and death.She recognized where she was.She realized that she was facing her own cold body.And it was this soulless body that beckoned her—a ghost that had crossed the River Styx.

The mystery of death is forgetting.A soul that has experienced past lives cannot be content with death.The antidote is forgetting.The memory engraved on the body should have died with decay and ashes.The soul and spirit are separated, relying on the washing of the water of forgetting to forget the past, and finally forget that he has died when crossing the Acheron River.

And now, she violated the commandments of death and oblivion.

The breath of death that permeated her soul roared and stirred, tearing her into countless pieces in an instant.She vaguely saw that her body on the stone platform was also shattered.

"Pandora!"

Ah, yes, that's her name.

Suddenly, more than one person broke into the shrine.

"It's really you!"

"Why are you here?"

The black-haired youth and the blond boy were emotionally yelling at each other.She seemed to know them, but she was falling apart, and each piece of her memory wasn't enough to remember who they were.

"Close the door!"

Trembling hands seized the fragments of her soul and gathered her into a warm, dark container.

She couldn't see, but she could still hear voices outside.

"It's over now..." The young man laughed abnormally, his voice was very peaceful, but it seemed that he would collapse from the inside at any time, "Fao, you opened the door? Why did you do that?"

The boy spoke incoherently: "I accidentally discovered that you didn't destroy the house here, just... just wanted to see what's in the shrine, but I didn't expect you, you would do such a thing--I was in a hurry to go The old man reported, I, I probably forgot to close the door, and she was attracted here by her body... I... all blame you! Why didn't you bury her? You even hid her body here without telling Hades ,Are you crazy!?"

"Don't you want to bring her back to life?!"

There was a moment of silence.

"I don't want to!" the boy screamed, "I don't need her to be resurrected, she is living well here! I am not as selfish as you, I would rather disturb her peace after death than take her away from here !"

"you--"

A third voice joined in, old and cold: "I thought something was wrong, it was so noisy. Faol, there is nothing you can do here."

So the boy left.

There was a long silence.

The young man suddenly laughed lowly: "Cronus, what do you want?"

"Son of Maia, I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb with me. You induced this situation. Who else but you? You are the one who acquiesced in my preservation of her body here. Besides you, who else would subtly incite Faol's suspicion, And it just happened to stagger the timing, so that when Faol left in a hurry, her soul woke up here from the sea of ​​dreams? The old Titan who was cunning and scheming, was expelled from the sky, and could only guard the God's Blessed Land outside of time King, what do you want from me?"

The old man laughed happily: "Naturally, it is an opportunity to pull my cunning and hateful child off the throne of the sky. Gaia's Gigantes is not enough, and Epimetheus' help is useless. I have known for a long time. As a result, nothing can be done.”

"All of this...you are behind the scenes?"

"No, I have been deprived of the power to actively fiddle with time, and the only thing left is a pair of fairly sharp eyes, enough to see which road to the desired result is. I can't fully see the scenery at the end of the road, but I know In order to get closer to the thread of fate, I should quietly push a stone down the cliff somewhere. Unfortunately, I don't have the strength to push that stone!

"Son of Maia, who is also cunning by nature, have you never longed for your father's throne? The change of god-king does not rely on brute force, but on enough ruthless tricks. If you want to, can you really not replace Zeus? ? As long as you become the owner of the Seat of Sky, wouldn’t you be able to resurrect and even recast your lover as you wish?”

"It's not enough to be deceitful. How can you subvert the king of gods without a party? Cronus, have you forgotten how you cooperated with your brother to replace Uranus, and my father conspired with Gaia to succeed?" Tricked you into drinking the potion? I have no interest in the throne of the god king. The throne of the sky gave my father rights, but also gave him heavy responsibilities and many constraints. Authority is nothing compared to freedom? Besides..." The young man's expression turned cold :

"Her soul and body are broken now, even the God King can't do anything. I'll ask you again, Cronus, what do you want? Involve her in your plan, what do you want me to do?"

"I have been deprived of the power to cut the shape of time, but in order to be able to guard the Harmony, I must retain the power of time itself. In other words..."

"As long as you donate enough power, you can control time again."

"It's been a pleasure talking to you, wise son of Maia. You want to save the life of a loved one, and I know that if you just turn back the time and give Gaia and Epimetheus a chance to repeat their plan, there will be a way to overthrow Zeus." But what I need is that you give me a small part of power, so that I have enough power to deceive the laws of the world, and prune the branches of the Elysion Oak as before, and erase what has happened. In other words, quietly turning back time."

The young man was unmoved: "If you just make the time that has passed disappear quietly, my memory of what will happen next will also disappear, and I will still make the same mistake."

The old man sighed: "Since you have seen through this point, I might as well make some concessions. I will bend your bundle of time instead of truncating it, and let you go back to the past with your memories."

The youth did not answer.

"Even if there is a container for storage, the broken soul will gradually dissipate. As a soul walker, you should not need me to remind you of this. Don't worry, as long as the time after her death is trimmed, even if her soul is broken and incomplete at this moment, it will be with you The one you meet again will be intact."

The young man thought for a while before neatly asking out another condition: "I want to choose the time point of going back."

The old man chuckled: "Of course, it's just that the more time is bent, the more strength is needed. It all depends on how much you are willing to pay."

The young man seemed to regret it again: "A deal with you will never be a fair deal. Cronus, I know you have other plans. Things will not be as simple as you said."

"Hehe, if you are really good at deceiving, then naturally you won't be afraid of the trap I hide, will you?"

"Of course, there is only a thin line between trading and gambling," the young man's tone brightened, "then the next thing to do is to negotiate a price that both of you and I can accept."

Voices outside the container began to blur.

The remaining fragments of her soul finally dissipated bit by bit.

The dream ends here.

Pandora opened her eyes, breathing quickly.The fire in the cave has been extinguished.She hunched her shoulders in the cold dawn air.But the chill woke her up.Cronos.Trim bend time.The price Hermes paid.Why didn't she remember this most critical memory until now?This dream...was it really just another dream of Hermes?

She turned over and stared blankly at Hermes' sleeping face for a long time, then stretched out her hand and gently smoothed the brows that were raised in his dream.