When Russell opened his eyes again, he found that he was back in the church again.
It looked like the hallway of a church.
The sunlight at noon shines in from the side, passing through part of the glass-colored transparent wall, and creates a colorful, constantly flowing rainbow light on the ground.
And more sunlight flowed in from nowhere, making the entire church extremely bright. But when Russell lowered his head, he couldn't even see his own shadow.
This is not a complete building, just a corridor.
On one side is stained glass, and on the other side are many portraits. Some of the portraits are still covered with heavy red cloth, while others have been removed.
The entire corridor is made of pure white stone bricks. In addition, there are silver-white candlesticks placed at regular intervals, and there are also ivory-white walls and ceilings.
Those candlesticks were quietly burning with pale flames. But even the candlesticks themselves had no shadow at all.
It was the incomparably glorious temple that Russell saw in the depths of his soul after completing the spiritual transfer.
Russell did not stop immediately, but tried to move forward.
He passed by the portraits and continued walking forward.
But he walked very far, and he always felt that this corridor seemed to have no end or ending. The paintings around him were all covered with red cloth, and he seemed to have seen seventy or eighty portraits covered with red cloth.
The corridor has no end or ending. No matter how far you go, you are just going back and forth in this set of corridors.
But when he looked back, he found that he hadn't gone very far - not far ahead were the portraits that had taken off the red cloth.
He just walked back a few portraits and stopped in front of Morgan's portrait.
When Russell looked over, the portrait turned into a mirror at some point.
She looked at herself in the mirror and raised her hand curiously.
Her hand outside the mirror had turned into Morgan's hand - when she reached out curiously to touch her ears, the touch in her hands was that of a horse's ear, not the familiar cat's ear.
"So my change...is this?"
Morgan murmured: "That pale mask is just a mirror?"
But "Morgan" in the mirror put his hands on his hips with dissatisfaction and complained: "You're in trouble, Russell.
"Morgan wouldn't talk in that tone. Barbers are just fine."
"So...what should Morgan be like?"
Morgan said softly: "She is a strong person with love and determination in her heart. But she is also a fragile person.
"What was immersed in her heart was still the guilt that she had taken away the opportunity for Lan Geyu to go to school in the past. This guilt extended and created a desire for suicide... She longed for a meaningful death.
"Rather than saying that she is determined to fight against Kamalse, it is better to say that she is choosing a suitable grave for herself."
"I don't need a grave."
"Morgan" in the mirror shook his head: "It's enough for me to dissolve in this rainstorm.
"I am worthless and worthless. I am just an ordinary person with better luck... I am lucky enough to meet him. But luck will eventually run out, and I will eventually dissolve in water."
"It is ultramarine water. In other words, it is dissolved in the ocean. It is born in a color similar to the blue songbird's wings, and finally turns into colorful foam under the sun..."
Morgan looked at himself in the mirror and murmured in a low voice: "Just like the 'Daughter of the Sea', your core is the 'desire for sacrifice'."
"It's not 'you'. It's 'us'."
"Morgan" in the mirror became increasingly dissatisfied.
But when Morgan raised her head again...she had completely transformed into the real Morgan in terms of temperament and demeanor.
On the contrary, Morgan in the mirror looks more like an actor.
It's like an actor wearing a Morgan costume, sitting down and drinking water carelessly in the lounge. That's an action that doesn't match the "character".
"Yes...we."
Morgan said obediently and responded gently: "I made a mistake."
Because that's what Morgan deserves.
She took a step back timidly, but then she firmed up and looked at herself in the mirror.
Because that's what Morgan deserves.
She raised her hand, and with just a thought, her right arm became colorless and transparent, and dissolved into water. But they were very contrary to common sense of physics. They did not fall freely from the air, but seemed to shake only a third of the way.
Just like a bottle of mineral water, the white foamy water changes shape violently in the air.
Then, they gathered together to form an arm again. Even the clothes were there, as if they were no different from before.
That's a perfect imitation.
I'm afraid even Bluebird can't tell which one is the real Morgan.
"But at best, this is just 'imitation'."
"Morgan" in the mirror shook his head: "You still don't understand...Russell."
As her words fell, Morgan outside the mirror changed back to Russell's form at some point.
But she is still Morgan in the mirror.
The first psychic failure made Russell open his eyes in shock.
Morgan smiled sweetly in the mirror, and replied with a girl-like lightness that Morgan would never have: "You are so similar, Russell! But it is precisely because you are so similar that it is unreal.
"You are just reading the script. What you become is not the real 'Morgan', but the 'final Morgan' you have seen."
...No, this is not an attitude that Morgan can never have.
It may exist. But it just cannot exist in Morgan of this period... After all, Morgan also has her own girlhood.
If you think about it this way, there may be a day when she grows up and gets married. Maybe there is a day when she gives birth to a child with Blue Ge Yuan and becomes a mother. Maybe there is also a day when she becomes old and lies in a hospital bed with a family full of children and grandchildren.
And what he played was just Morgan frozen in that moment.
But other Morgans are also real Morgans.
Russell suddenly understood.
He was sincerely convinced.
He finally knew where he had made an oversight.
People are changing, but the people he imitates no longer change. This is the biggest flaw.
"...Vessel of God."
Russell gently called Morgan's name in the mirror: "Should I grant them growth?"
Hearing this, "God's Vessel" became silent.
She looked at Russell and motioned for him to follow her.
So she walked to the side.
"It's not so much about growth..."
She walked and talked.
Russell also walked with her, watching her move from the picture frame belonging to Morgan to the picture frame of the Paradise Bird father next door.
The original Morgan turned into a white-haired middle-aged man in an instant, but his words did not change at all: "It would be better to say that it is 'degenerative'."
He continued walking forward, and then turned into a bluebird.
"You should leave some possibility of 'error' in human nature. Your divinity is so strong that you can understand human nature, but you cannot truly become a human being."
Later, Bluebird turned into Alice.
In a clear and gentle voice, she continued: "You should give these masks souls.
"Remember... you are playing them, not becoming them. Art comes from life, but is higher than life...
"No matter what, you should be yourself. You have to allow these masks to deviate from the 'character you know', because the process of 'recognition' is also the understanding and interpretation of the character..."
Eventually, Alice turned back into Russell.
He turned around, looked at himself outside the mirror, and showed a mischievous smile.
"Now, can you still be sure that it's you outside the mirror, not me?"
