When Favrona walked out of the room, she glanced around subconsciously. Only the moonlight spread in the empty corridor, casting a soft clear light. The blue moonlight reflected a lonely and thin shadow, which was dotted on the
At the edge of the floor-to-ceiling window, Favrona was startled at first, but then she realized that it was actually her own shadow, and she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
She is not usually such a sensitive character, but she was a little paranoid by that dream. But then again, what she is afraid of is not actually the ghosts and ghosts described in storybooks in a spooky style. This is the sanctuary of her mother.
No evil or filthy things can invade; in fact, what the girl is really afraid of is her sisters. If someone discovers that she has not slept in the middle of the night and sneaked out for a walk, the news will probably spread before dawn.
The two sisters heard it.
One of them is very gentle and the other is very strict. However, whether they are gentle or severe, they are not so easy to tolerate.
It was safe for the time being, but she couldn't completely relax. As far as she knew, sisters like Olvera and Lorena had the habit of being night owls, and no one knew when they would emerge from any corner.
He came out, then patted himself on the shoulder and said in surprise: "Hey, Favrona, why are you here?"
She didn't want to admit that she was scared to sleep by a dream, that would be too embarrassing. So after thinking about it, Favrona thought it would be better to go to the top floor to have some air in the air to calm down her head.
If you're lucky, you might even be able to see the stars——
The initial star field is separated from the outside universe by an unknown number of light years, and the dark area surrounding the outside of the Temple of Heaven seems to have the ability to weaken all matter and light. Therefore, the light of few stars can span the long journey and fall.
On the sky of this city. However, there are no absolutes in the world. There are always a few days in a month when the light of the constellations becomes particularly bright, enough to penetrate the darkness and shine brightly into the eyes of the girls.
At that time, the gentle eldest sister would take the younger sisters to the rooftop to watch the stars, pointing out the shapes and names of the constellations one by one: the one that looks like a big ship is sailing, and the one that looks like a fairy playing the piano is
It is Lyra. It looks like a knight riding a war horse on the battlefield. It is the brightest ancient knight constellation in the night sky.
But she only knew the names. She knew nothing about the origins of these constellations, their specific directions, and why they became particularly bright at this time. These knowledge related to some mysterious laws that existed in the universe. She didn't even know.
It was difficult to find the answer in the books. So the eldest sister told her younger sisters that those constellations were created by the goddess who did not want her children to be too lonely. They were like eyes, watching the creation of the world. Whenever the constellations
When the light is strong enough to illuminate the distant Heavenly Temple, it means that the sleeping mother begins to miss her daughters again.
However, what impressed Favrona the most was the following sentence: "As long as everyone behaves and is a good child."
"Mother, you will definitely wake up soon."
…
This city always makes people feel extraordinarily quiet at night. Carabosse sat on the edge of the rooftop, letting the strong wind blow from high above. His long black hair fluttered in the wind, forming a scene together with the rustling skirt.
It's a stern and cold image. Those winds are so anxious, as if they can't wait to break away from the shackles of the city sky and rush into the universe to become an uncontrolled turbulence. However, they are not like this at all on the ground and in the woods.
A gentler sound rustled under the branches and leaves, a bit like a mist, and reminded people of the sound of bagpipes in story books, that melodious but lonely music. The girl had only heard about it in words, but she seemed to be able to imagine it.
She could tell what kind of sound it sounded like, and how she was feeling at the moment.
At the feet of Carabosse, the ruins of the city are extending towards the endless forest sea. The moonlight is like clouds and waves, shining on the ancient buildings that have collapsed for a long time and the towering trees with lush branches, coating them with a layer of milky white.
The clear brilliance. And in places where the moonlight cannot shine, the shadows of high-rise buildings are undulating upwards and winding forward, forming a strange drawing. They are all lifeless creations, but the magical thing is that Carabosse always
You will feel the mood of these stones or rotten wood, silent, public, tough, fragile... All the voices of the soul have a common language in the darkness, and Carabosse understands the darkness, such as understanding himself.
Darkness is the home of tranquility and tolerance, and the destination of all things and the soul.
This is what my mother said, and Carabosse has always kept it in mind, treating it as a philosophy of life and a supreme motto.
If anyone wants to distort this power, even if that person is hiding at the far end of the universe, Carabosse will never let him go.
I just don’t know if other people have such determination.
"Favrona," the girl said without looking back. Her voice spread lightly behind her and reached someone's ears: "Since you are here, why are you hiding? Come here."
"Well."
I wanted to come to the rooftop to enjoy the fresh air, but I accidentally bumped into the sister I was most afraid of. Favrona was hesitating whether to show up, and was slightly embarrassed for a moment. However, she has always been very thick-skinned, so she recovered quickly.
Normally, he pretended that nothing happened, walked to Carabosse, said hello with a smile: "Good night, sister Carabosse. You can't sleep either, why don't you come out for a walk?"
She emphasized the two points of "can't sleep" and "walking", indicating that she did not stay up late on purpose. However, how could a sister not see this little thought of her sister? Carabosse just raised his eyelids and said lightly
He glanced at Favrona, making the latter feel that she had been completely seen through, and the smile suddenly froze on her face.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! She knew that nothing in the Heavenly Temple could be hidden from the two sisters. No one could bear to hide the gentle and kind eldest sister.
; And no one dared to hide it from the stern sister in front of them who seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.
"Hahaha."
Of course, Favrona didn't dare to hide it. After laughing twice, she finally gave in under her sister's dull gaze and admitted dejectedly: "Okay, actually I didn't go out for a walk, I just had a nightmare.
Then I just fell asleep."
"Dream?" Carabosse frowned slightly, even such an action looked elegant and dignified.
"kindness."
Favrona looked away in embarrassment, feeling that it was so embarrassing that she was so frightened by a nightmare that she could not sleep. Sister Carabosse must have thought that she was a coward. Fortunately, she was not as loud-mouthed as Feir.
They keep it to the outside world, so they probably won’t reveal it to anyone else. I can still save some face in front of my sisters.
Carabosse naturally did not laugh at his sister's timidity, but asked: "What kind of dream was it?"
Huh?
Is Sister Carabosse interested in dreams?
Favrona was a little confused at first, but she soon became relieved: maybe she just wanted to find a topic to talk about, and this topic really hit Favrona's psychology. She had long wanted to find someone to talk to about her nightmares.
Well, that weird dream, full of chaos and madness, if you keep it in your heart, it will undoubtedly be a kind of mental torture. Favrona originally wanted to wait for dawn to talk to Gloria.
As the king of the soul, she knows best the meanings of the dreams of living beings, but since Sister Carabosse wants to hear it, it doesn't hurt to tell her first.
"Hey!"
The red-haired girl put one hand on the railing at the edge of the rooftop. She turned over and jumped, landing firmly next to Carabosse. The whole set of movements seemed smooth and smooth, but it was also very dangerous. This was the top of a hundred-story building.
, there is a drop of at least 300 meters from the ground. If you are not careful, you will fall. Although given the strength of the young queen, your life will not be in danger, but a big embarrassment is definitely inevitable.
Favrona has always had such a personality, enthusiastic, public, and also likes to be in the limelight. She is a perfect match with Feir's temperament that likes to stir up trouble. Every time something happens, these two people are always indispensable. But Kara
Persia had long been accustomed to her acting style, so he didn't criticize her. He just helped her before she could sit firmly, and helped her push back some of her red hair that was messy and fluttering in the biting night wind.
, compact it lightly to make it look neater.
Although she knew that with Favrona's character, her hair would be messed up again soon, but this was a habitual behavior after all, and before her brain realized it, her body had already started moving on its own.
Favrona turned her head and smiled at her sister, looking silly. Because of this action, the hair that had just been compacted started to flutter in the wind again in the blink of an eye, and spread faster than Carabosse expected.
Be quick.
The latter suddenly felt helpless, but didn't say anything. He just nodded slightly, indicating that you can start telling the dream.
Favrona first organized the words in her mind before speaking. Strangely enough, she usually didn't have the patience to listen to stories, let alone tell them, but she remembered this dream very clearly, so she told it
It was also organized and organized, not even the most inconspicuous details were omitted, so that after finishing the story, Favrona herself felt particularly incredible: Is this really my level of narrative? Could it be that she was possessed by something dirty?
Right? Bah, bah, bah, this is Mother’s sanctuary. How can there be any dirty things, so it should be said... that she was taken over by Sister Xiaoxia?
So, can I take the place of Sister Xiaoxia and tell stories to the sisters?
Can he replace it?
Favrona couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Carabosse also fell into deep thought, but it must not be because of his sister's sudden improvement in narrative ability, but because he felt familiar with her dreams.
She had experienced exactly the same dream.
Beliefs have been distorted, doctrines have been blasphemed, and the nature of royal power has begun to go to extremes. The believers under the throne are fanatical and unreasonable, and the gods on the throne are evil and indifferent. An irresistible force seems to be changing the spiritual world of human beings. It is
The invasion from the outside world seems to affect the outside world in turn, leading that world to an unimaginable path.
And, it must be the wrong path.
Ominous omens are imminent. Will the stars in the sky always be bright? Or is the filth in the human heart eroding it until it is completely destroyed?
Carabosse felt this and sighed softly. This sigh called Favrona back from her meditation. She looked at her sister curiously and blinked: "Why do you sigh, sister Carabosse?
Is there anything strange about this dream?"
The black-haired girl glanced at her: "It's very strange that you would have such a dream."
"What you said is really weird, Sister Carabosse. It's just a dream. How can it be weird? I have had many weird dreams in the past, but I just didn't tell you."
"Then what if I say, I have had the same dream?"
Favrona was stunned for a moment, her expression a little confused.
Carabosse raised his head, where his sister couldn't see him, his eyes staring into the night were inexplicably deep: "And I estimate that it's not just us, other people should have had the same dream, but the degree is more or less deep. The degree is smaller.
People who are shallow cannot remember the content of dreams, while people who are more advanced, like you, just regard it as a dream and don't take it seriously."
"But don't forget, Gloria once said something."
Her tone was meaningful: "Dreams are omens of the soul. Everything that appears in dreams will appear in reality in another way, and by then it will be too late."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The atmosphere suddenly became serious. The night wind blew through the forest sea, and the sound was like a surge, sometimes far and sometimes near. Favrona seemed to be shocked by her sister's aura,
I was speechless for a long time, and finally managed to say: "Uh, did Gloria say this?"
This sentence shattered the profound image Carabosse had maintained. She glared at the troubled sister angrily: "Besides remembering the prank with Feir, what else do you remember?"
The cherry blossom-flavored soda in the supermarket is actually quite sweet...
Favrona subconsciously licked her lips because of her sister's words, as if recalling a happy past. But she soon realized that now was not the time to show off in front of her sister, and said with a smile: "Haha
, Haha, I’m just a little curious. Since everyone has had similar dreams, why has Gloria never mentioned it? Doesn’t she know the best about dreams? "
Although it was said to change the subject out of desperation, it did point out the most critical issue. Carabosse's eyes flickered for a moment, and after a while he lowered his eyelids and suppressed his deep thoughts: "I think it's probably because she was subjected to...
The influence is relatively small - including her, Sister Xiaoxia and other kingdoms of order have been minimally affected, almost negligible. However, the influence of the kingdoms of chaos, including you and me, is different."
"Why?" Favrona couldn't figure it out. They both have royal power, so why are Order and Chaos affected by dreams in different degrees?
Carabosse knew the answer, but she didn’t know how to express it tactfully enough so as not to reveal the truth and embarrass others. So she thought for a moment and chose a plausible answer: "Perhaps because for some people, chaos
The power of royal power is more in line with them and more in line with the needs of that era."