Insects and ants, fish and shrimps, birds and animals.
Falcons hovered in the air, staring at the tits in the forest. The cheetah lowered its body and quietly approached the zebra who was drinking water.
Everything in this world seems so normal, but no normal person would think it is reality.
Because everything in this world has no color, or in other words, it is all the same color - gray like burned firewood.
In the sky of this gray world, there is an extremely huge vortex. The gray clouds are twisting and twisting, constantly gathering towards the center of the vortex. And in the center of the vortex, there is the second color in this world - the all-devouring darkness.
"Chirp!" "Xilulu!"
The falcon captured the tit on the branch, and the cheetah knocked down the zebra by the river.
The next moment, the chickadees and zebras turned into gray smoke and scattered in all directions.
The falcon and the cheetah each showed a satisfied look and posture, looked at each other, paused for a moment, and left in opposite directions.
After a while, the gray mist condensed, and a tit and a zebra, whose size and posture were obviously different from before, appeared in the place where their kind had just disappeared. The two newcomers looked natural and calm, as if they did not appear suddenly.
Instead, he wandered here from other places not long ago, and he encountered no natural enemies on the way.
tread.
At this time, the sound of "human" footsteps sounded behind the birds and zebras, but they were still preening their feathers and lowering their heads to drink water.
Tread, step.
Following the sound of footsteps, a slender figure appeared by the river.
It was a human girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing black mountaineering clothes, gray leather gloves, black jeans, gray leather boots, a gray hooded cloak, a doll-like delicate face, gray wavy ear-length curly hair, and gray eyes.
, her left eye is closed tightly, with a black "Eye of Horus" pattern painted under her eyelids, and the most eye-catching thing is the golden color hanging on her chest that is incompatible with the entire world.
Cross encore (ankh).
She walked right past the zebra and the bird, but the two animals were completely unaware.
Step, step, step.
The girl walked along the river without squinting her eyes.
Finally, a towering and majestic castle appeared in front of her, but whether it was the flag, the city gate or the moat, they were all only gray and black.
In front of the giant castle, there is a long queue extending far away. Those waiting in the queue are all wearing tattered gray clothes, with thin bodies, dry hair, and haggard expressions. It is almost impossible to distinguish between men and women.
"civilian".
The end of this team ended at the gate of the castle, but the end of the team seemed to be endless. Although no one was maintaining order, the progress of the entire team was still orderly.
The castle's drawbridge has been lowered, and two "knights" in pitch-black armor are standing in front of the city gate, inspecting the "civilians" lining up to enter the city - perhaps an inspection.
The two black knights, one holding a giant sword and the other holding a halberd, each held their weapons staggered above the heads of the "civilians". When the "civilians" passed under these weapons, their originally dull expressions would turn into pain in a short time. Color, there will be bursts of gray mist rising on the body, and then it will be absorbed by the weapon.
Some "civilians" may be unlucky. After passing under the two intertwined weapons, they instantly turned into gray mist and disappeared like the birds and zebras before, while others turned a blind eye and continued to move forward. OK.
But unlike those two animals, they showed no signs of reuniting and reappearing.
The girl stood on the side of the team, seeming to be thinking, and also seemed to be in a daze. She kept an expressionless attitude and watched the team move forward for a long time. Finally, as if she was tired of this kind of observation, she turned towards the end of the team. Walk in the direction.
Step, step, step.
As the girl continued to move toward the end of the team, the postures of the "people" in the team gradually began to change.
The eyes began to brighten, the expression began to be natural, the hair began to become soft, the skin began to be smooth, and the clothes began to become neat. After a while, the team looked like an ordinary one, queuing up in some shopping mall to buy something with a limited quantity. Customers of in-demand items.
However, although these customers looked a lot more normal, their only purpose was still to line up and move forward. The girl only glanced at them briefly before looking away and continued to walk towards the end of the line.
This time, the changes in the "queuing people" began to become larger, mainly because the originally identical civilian clothes began to change, factory workers, farm farmers, white-collar uniforms, soldiers and armed forces. At the same time, these "queuing people" appeared "professionally divided" "Professional props" that match their appearance began to appear in their hands.
They were no longer satisfied with lining up silently, but began to wave the props in their hands randomly, as if they were still performing their duties at their jobs.
The girl stopped to observe them again. This time it took a long time. It seemed that the "work" of some of the "professionals" aroused her interest, but in the end, she continued to move towards the end of the team.
"Ah!" "What!" "No!" "Spare me——"
Not surprisingly, new changes began to appear in the team, but this time it seemed not so good, because these "professionals" were "killed".
They began to perform something like a drama: first they performed some behavior consistent with their identity, then encountered "fatal injuries", then fell to the ground and "died", and finally got up and repeated the encounter.
Since they no longer have the subjective consciousness of "queuing up" and "advancing" at this stage, what is responsible for constantly moving them forward becomes the "drama stage" itself, but if a theater only has scenes of gray "disasters, accidents and murders" "Like a drama", no audience should be willing to buy tickets to enter the theater.
"Pfft." The only audience member of these dramas laughed out loud while keeping his face expressionless.
What made her laugh was an unlucky guy who looked like a white-collar worker. Due to various coincidences and misfortunes, he was covered in bruises by almost all the furniture and daily necessities in his home. He used his last strength to escape from the house, and then He was hit by a passing dump truck.
After the girl let out a short laugh, she raised her hand to hold the encore pendant hanging around her neck. The pendant emitted bright golden light, shrouding the unlucky guy who was about to demonstrate his death method again, and then his whole body was covered with golden light. Disappear.
After the golden light disappeared, the girl put away the pendant, casually looked at other dramas that were going on, and prepared to continue walking to the end of the line.
Pia!
At this moment, a man wearing a red and black tights fell from the sky and fell in front of the girl like a rotten tomato.
"..." The girl stopped, looked down at the man, then took out a short dagger from her cloak and stabbed him.
"Ouch!" The red and black weirdo jumped up, spurting blood and shouting: "Who dares to sneak attack Master Deadpool!"
"[Wade Wilson.]"
The girl looked at him expressionlessly, her voice soft and rhythmic, as if she was singing:
