Walking into this house is like walking into a gloomy and heavy winter.
Everything in this room is white: the gray-white masonry floors are perfectly fitted together; the snow-white walls seem to be coated with thick foundation; the pale white spiral staircase is like a gateway to the kingdom of heaven.
The road; and the girl sitting against the wall, she also has long white hair, tied at the end with a ribbon, hanging around the shoulders to the chest; six pairs of smooth and graceful lines are woven on the back of the waist.
Each feather of the holy white wings is straight and soft, quite like a dagger-shaped snowflake. If you flutter your wings, you will definitely see the beautiful scenery of flying feathers all over the sky, but it is carelessly placed on the shoulders of its owner.
The ends of the feathers on the arms, knees, legs and even on the ground are gradually clinging to the fine dust floating in the air, and are stained with a little haze, so they appear half gray and half white.
The white color invades people's vision and makes people feel panic for no reason.
Some people may think that white is a sacred and noble color; in fact, after stripping away the fanatical religious meanings given by human subjective emotions, white may be the most monotonous and empty color in the world, always changing endlessly.
It expanded the boundaries of its own sadness, so this windmill tower house was occupied by it and became the most monotonous and hollow closed space in the world.
Here, white has become a lonely and depressing image, just like there is a snow that never stops falling, and the cold and wet breath of winter lingers in every corner.
Together with loneliness, they create an atmosphere that complements the inner emotions.
The source of all this is the white-haired girl sitting against the wall. She is tilting her head and looking at these uninvited guests with a strange look. Her look is like looking at a group of people getting wet in a heavy rain.
There is no difference between a Gray-throated Swallow with wet wings. Her eyes are azure, which should be as clean as the sky, or as peaceful as an unpopular lake deep in the forest, but are inevitably tainted with a little gloom.
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This kind of gloom does not come from the changing influence of external substances, nor does it come from the self-disgust of the inner soul. It is purely naturally inspired, just like when the weather is cold, so it snows. Those monotonous and empty snowflakes gradually fall.
, gathered little by little, forming the lingering shadow in the girl's eyes.
Cold, heavy, melancholy, tired, confused, lonely... It seems that any kind of paranoid emotion can be found in this face that reflects human emotions. In short, this is a girl who can only live in winter, and there is always something inside her.
It's snowing, and when the snow spreads, it affects the space where they are, making everyone who steps here can't help but shiver.
The young man was stunned when he saw the girl, and had a premonition of déjà vu. At this time, Alice behind him had already exclaimed: "Ah! Why is it you!?"
It was natural for her to be so surprised, because the same was true for other companions. They saw some traces of familiarity in the girl's face and facial features, and then realized that this was not the first time they had met her. They had met her a few days ago.
We met once, but at that time she was still a statue standing in the most crowded place on Gaunt Street, and she always had a joyful smile of the harvest season on her face, as if she had never been sad about anything. p>
In terms of temperament, this white-haired girl trapped in the gloomy snow season and the Avion country girl who greets people on the street are simply two extremes. There is not the slightest similarity between the swords and pens that depict their respective expressions.
. But erasing these illusory images, the faces of the two are almost identical, and even the clothes they wear are the same: they are wearing traditional Avion country-style clothes, blue and green colors, similar to skirts, but lighter; on the shoulders
Wearing a gray plush cloak, the hem hangs down to the back, and there are traces of sewing on the edges; a white feather hair ornament is pinned to the neat bangs in front of the forehead, fixed at a slight angle; the graceful arches of the feet are wearing a pair of local
Traditional open-toed sandals, with two wooden teeth nailed on the soles, are very suitable for walking freely in the countryside.
The only difference from the statues on the street is that if you look up along the sandals, you will see a heavy chain tied around her ankle, which is as white as a handicraft. The chain travels on the ground, blocked by the naturally hanging gray-white wings, and then wraps around
He crossed the girl's back and crawled towards the only open window like a snake. The end was tightly wrapped around the three iron bars of the window, as if he was afraid of being escaped by her, and he circled each iron bar three full times.
, was completely fixed.
The girl fixed her pair of cloudy and gloomy blue eyes on Alice who was exclaiming. After staring lonely for a few seconds, she turned her head silently and looked into the void, as if she was talking to an invisible person: "
It seems like you know me, but I'm sorry, I haven't met you... Forget it, it doesn't really matter."
She sighed quietly, as if she had lost interest in the conversation, and leaned her head gently against the cold wall, staring blankly into the void, no longer paying attention to these uninvited guests.
"Uh." This reaction doesn't seem right? Alice and the friends behind her looked at each other in confusion.
I have seen an angel, and he does have twelve white wings, but why does this angel look so decadent and world-weary? Could it be that he lost hope in life after being betrayed by humans?
Only Ringer was not swayed by the character shown by the angel, and said to her: "Whether there is anything is not determined by personal feelings, but by our next conversation. Before that, can you tell me first?
What’s your name?”
Let me go, Ringer is so proactive! What happened?
The friends (mainly Alice) expressed how surprised they were. I couldn’t believe it at all. Ringer didn’t look away, still staring at the white-haired girl’s face.
The latter stared blankly at the blank nothingness. After a period of silence, he slowly opened his lips and said quietly: "What's the point of knowing the name? It's just a code name. We all have it, too.
It's just something that can be thrown away at any time. On the contrary... it would be easier if I didn't know..."
This statement sounds so depressing.
The friends all frowned, but Ringer was unmoved and replied: "Exchanging names is an important part of social etiquette, and it is usually the best choice to start a conversation. Therefore, wanting to know your name does not mean
I will remember it, it just means that I want to have a conversation with you - my name is Ringer, a traveler from a foreign country."
In order to show that this was indeed a basic courtesy and not for any other purpose, he first reported his name and origin to show his sincerity.
Although his words are not depressing, they are not that pleasant either.
The girl was still staring at the non-existent person in the void, and said nothing for a long time. Just when everyone thought that Ringer had failed, in the pale white room with snow falling, a word suddenly came from an empty corner, as if it was nothing.
Echoes of: "Ietta."
Her eyes seemed to be in a daze, unfocused, and her lips only touched up and down gently, showing no signs of movement: "My name is...yetta·raphael." "What do you want from me?"
Although she tentatively revealed her name and took the initiative to ask these guests their purpose of coming, her indifferent expression did not look like she wanted to know the answer. It was probably similar to "You can tell me whatever you want, I also want to know the answer."
Just listen to it" mentality.
Alice, who had always been cheerful, carefree, unrestrained and heartless, suddenly became unhappy. She hated seeing such a dejected and decadent person, just like Austria, who had advised them to leave quickly when they first met in the castle.
Like Vera, do these young queens have more or less flaws in their characters?
"It's easy!"
She took a step forward, moved her arms down hard, silenced the whistling wind, held her head high, and said with great momentum: "I am Alice, a brave man! We want to take you away -