This person's process of escaping from a dream and then opening his eyes does not require a lot of writing, because the process of this person waking up is extremely ordinary: he has just escaped from a dream that he cannot remember, and it is not clear whether it is a good dream.
It was still a nightmare, and he had no intention of thinking about it; he seemed to think of people and things from the past, but that didn't matter.
He just removed the elbow that was supporting his head, and then opened his eyes without any hesitation. That was all he did.
Having just woken up from a long sleep, he opened his tired eyes and scanned the scenery in front of him.
But this is where he is unusual. As the saying goes, all wonderful stories are born from the extraordinary, and this is where our story begins.
At this time, he was in a gorgeous palace. The builder of this palace seemed to want to use all the treasures in the world here, as if he wanted to lock all the concepts of beauty in human consciousness in this large and strange room.
Here, the ultimate beauty in front of you is born.
This is a palace that explains what perfection is. I think back when he was the first person to officially step into this palace when it was first built, he was so happy that he stayed here day and night and refused to leave.
.
But now he was not touched at all, and even felt a bit of nouveau riche vulgarity from the extravagant and extravagant style of this palace.
"What a low-level and boring design..."
At this time, he was sitting at the highest point of the hall. His seat was large, luxurious and comfortable.
After all, this is the only and highest position, and it is naturally the most comfortable seat here.
This thing called "Throne", how many people can't touch it even if they go through mountains of swords and seas of fire and try their best. But to him, it is just a chair to sit on whenever he wants, and no one will blame him.
No one will stop him.
This supreme position is only exclusive to the Supreme Being. However, he is the Supreme Being. Who else is qualified to sit there besides him?
"Baredon..."
When he opened his mouth and wanted to make a joke with someone, he wanted to ask that person who was qualified to sit in this seat to see his interesting reaction. However, he found that the seat that person should be sitting in had been empty for some time.
Only the familiar ancient book was left on the table.
Only then did he look back in shock. Not only that person, but the twelve seats below except his seat were all empty. The empty hall was not as lively and lively as he remembered.
Apart from him, there is no one here.
"I'm really confused. I almost got lost like this."
He stood up from the throne, and when he walked towards the steps below, this illusory hall also began to collapse. Their positions also disappeared with the collapse of the space, but they were not here in the first place, and he didn't think that they were here.
These people will come here - to Him.
This is the original appearance of this place. There is nothing here, but he can slightly imagine that he can see the bright stars that he has never seriously appreciated before. That is the only real scenery here, not caused by
He created things to numb himself.
But other than that, there's really not much else.
This is a place without boundaries. As for why he knows...heh, that's just the result of his boring exploration.
This is a realm isolated by time and space. Even if he goes through endless years, he cannot crack it. This place has no beginning and no end. He cannot see a different future and can only look back on the past.
This place exists in every shadow of the world, but does not exist anywhere in the world.
This is a forgotten corner, a neglected corner, a place that no one wants to look for, and even if there is, it cannot be found.
Because there is neither a treasure nor a paradise, it is just a cage. The only meaning of the cage is to trap the prisoner, and he is the only prisoner in this cage. In other words, the purpose of this cage is to trap him
——A cage that is exclusive to him. The existence that traps him has no time limit. If you guessed correctly, the intention is to trap him until the end of his life.
"What is time?"
Unable to find anything else that he was not tired of, he chose to talk to himself, that is, talking to himself, asking and answering questions. Bringing up a topic about far-reaching time should make him think for a little longer, so as not to
Once again, he was too bored and fell into an ageless sleep.
"Time is slow and ruthless, taking away the vitality and...meaning of all things little by little."
"Time is swift and passionate, and the world changes in just a blink of an eye. Destruction and creation are endless at the same time."
"Time... is precious, as precious as gold. Oh no! Even a room full of gold cannot preserve that moment of time."
This sentence borrowed from a certain famous sentence, something he had read a long time ago when he was at an age where he was forced to read. It was a surprise that he could pick up such vague memories at this time.
"But what use is so-called time to me?"
Perhaps in order to explain the concept of time, he began to run out of words. In order to continue this philosophical topic, he asked himself another question about time.
"The wealth I have can make the world go crazy, and the time I have...is so long...so long that I can't see the end."
This is not conceited, but a fact. He will not use these things to show off. The pain of this prison varies from person to person. This endless loneliness is probably only something he can "enjoy" after entering eternity.
"Then what else am I longing for? What do I want to do? It seems like there was nothing I couldn't get a long time ago."
He asked himself questions one after another, but found that he was at a loss. He could not answer his own questions.
"Oh, I forgot about it," he laughed at himself: "This place is so quiet. It's so quiet that it drives me crazy."
"Damn it!" Then he discovered a fatal question, causing him to scream, "Who am I? Why am I here?!"
He started to get furious, and when he wanted to vent, various bottles and jars appeared in his hands, and he smashed them one by one on the crystal floor tiles engraved with strange patterns, smashing the floor tiles together with those things.
smash.
"Why am I in this damn place! Why?! Why!!"
He smashed and cursed, not knowing who he wanted to vent to, so he had to smash everything he thought of.
Finally, he finally finished venting. He was tired... and his heart was tired.
Holding his head in his hands, he squatted in the corner without saying a word. That familiar narrow corner made him feel safer than ever, as there was nothing that could hurt him here.
Because nothing exists here, except him, of course. He is the only physical thing that exists here, and this is the reason why he goes crazy.
Whether it is those vases or the ground covered with crystal tiles, they are things that do not exist here. Of course, the corner where he is now huddled is also empty. There is nothing here, but he can create everything he can imagine. But he doesn't care
How could he only create these dead things, and not create anything alive at all, or in other words, he would be the same as dead things soon after he was created, and the erosion of time would be enough to cause all living things except him to decay.
But is he considered alive? Both his body and soul are already decayed...
The monster of loneliness seems to be so terrifying. The wider the space, the stronger it becomes.
The splendid palace and the memories with those people not only failed to weaken the monster, but seemed to give it excellent bait, making it bite and roar in his spirit more and more unscrupulously. Only this corner, this existence in himself
He thought that the things in his loneliest and most miserable memories could protect him just like before...
"It's ridiculous! I am the king! The unique and supreme king! I create epics and legends. I can compete with gods, and my body and mind are already immortal!!"
He stood up and roared into the void!
"You can't trap me! I'll get out!"
But no one answered him, as if this place had been completely forgotten, even the "jailer" who occasionally spoke was gone. The stars in the sky were still bright and gorgeous, like the jewelry on his court dancers. But this also meant that
Something, something that he had been waiting for for endless years, finally arrived.
"Ha ha ha ha!!!"
He finally remembered what he had forgotten in this endless time. No, it was not something he had forgotten unintentionally. It existed only for this moment!
He hit his forehead hard with his palm, and a gap opened in the center of his forehead. But that was not a self-inflicted wound, but his original special organ-the third eye.
"I will create another epic! An epic of swords and fire!"
He roared angrily and stabbed the special eye on his forehead with his right hand like a claw. With a severe pain that could tear apart his soul, he took out the "third eye", leaving a hole in his forehead.
.But there was no blood coming out of it, but a strange ball of light.
That ball of light is one of the stars that only exists in the untouchable void. It exudes warm and brilliant light in this void space. If you look closely, you will find that there is an object in the ball of light, which sometimes looks like
It's a pocket watch, sometimes it looks like an hourglass, sometimes it's nothing at all.
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