On the west coast of the Augu Ocean far away from the dome, an ancient lighthouse stands there.
The mottled years have made it look so old, but there is always a light on under the lighthouse. Even in the darkest days, there are people keeping watch in the old house under the lighthouse.
"Grandpa! Grandpa!" The lame little girl, with long golden hair shining in the sun.
She shook the old man's arm and kept shouting: "Grandpa! Wake up! Grandpa! It's dawn!"
The old man woke up, opened his eyes, and the dazzling light fell from the broken cracks of the lighthouse and fell on his rusty face. He adjusted for a while, and then reached out and unplugged the charging plug from his chest.
Energy shows 33%.
Seeing that her grandfather was awake, the little girl smiled. She took out a yellow bag from behind, opened it, took out a piece of exquisite cake and handed it to the old man and said, "Here! Eat it!"
The old man was still getting used to it. It took him a while to take it over, then he touched the girl's head and tried to get up.
The little girl held him carefully.
The two slowly walked out of the lighthouse and came to the beach.
The light shone on the grandfather and grandson, the waves crashed rhythmically, and the slightly salty and pungent smell of the seawater poured into the nose. A white seabird with a long wingspan in the sky faced the wind,
On the other hand, it made a rapid and hoarse cry.
This is the most ordinary day under the lighthouse No. 63 of the Free Federation, and it is also the most special day - it is the day when the guardian of this ancient lighthouse is reborn, and it is also the day when his life ends.
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He sat with his back against the sand. Although there was still the sea in front of him, no waves could be seen... It seemed as if there was a wall that kept getting higher and higher, a wall that was dilapidated and stained with filth, enough to cover his entire body.
Wall obscured from light.
Although the warm sunshine still shone on the old man's face, in his blurred vision, the lighthouse stood high above his head, casting a shadow that just covered the little girl's broken body.
The sky was full of tension at this time, as if it wanted to embrace all of this.
The old man's perceptual system was still functioning normally. He tentatively reached out his hand, hoping to give himself a sense of fulfillment and a sense of fulfillment.
But the sky is like a cage, and the old man's expectations will not be met.
There was a striking wound on his forehead, the energy core on his chest was beating with sparks, the corners of his mouth were covered with sticky/wet sand, and some irritating blue mucus dripped from his mouth.
He felt numb and depressed, but he also felt a strange sense of relief in this slightly regretful ending;
Years of watching finally came to an end, and he tried to recall the scenes he had experienced...
Looking at the traces across the sky, the twinkling stars in the depths of the ocean, and the corpse of a huge unknown creature floating on the red sea surface... He watched it stranded on the beach, rotting, decaying... and eventually turned into a giant
Natural artworks are deposited in the museum of the original palace.
Finally I can rest.
The old man remembered that he was a soldier of the Free Alliance.
Sixty-five years ago, he heard that the big shots were making various plans. At that time, he was numb to the war, and his heart was tortured by worries and fears. He was afraid of failure, afraid of death, and afraid of the consequences that were more terrible than all these.
The price paid...
Now, all of this has turned into blood-red sand and merged with the beach shining in the sun.
He heard the sound of the wild growth of all things.
Compared with the sound of monsters chewing food from under the sea surface, the sound of these trees growing seems to be more terrifying.
In an instant, he began to sink downwards, and the surrounding scenery was rushing towards him. Countless eyes popped out from behind, peeping at him; some places showed flashes of light, some places turned into seven-color whirlpools, and some
Shrunk into a black point of light, and then returned to the field of vision.
His hearing system began to collapse, but some sounds began to become clearer.
From birth to death, all the sounds of the little girl are repeated. She is not a human being, but more like a doll that stares at the bedside in the middle of the night and buries a curse.
But he needed her, and she was probably the best thing he'd ever had.
But those voices were being suppressed, and more voices poured into his mind.
The waves disappeared, all sounds disappeared, but something incredible happened after all the sounds disappeared: a sound emerged from all the incredible sights around it, like a magician's trick.
And it seemed that someone was watching him, and the whisper seemed familiar: Hello? Can you hear the sound? How do you feel?
But the old man felt that culture was like a stranger. The things he was familiar with were some overlaps in his memory, so he ignored it. He didn't want to do anything, he didn't want to open his eyes, he didn't want to make a sound, no matter what the knocks were outside.
He didn't want to face whoever it was.
…
The moment he was attacked by a bouquet of flowers, he didn't even have a chance to dodge, and his shoulder was removed. The wound was aching, and the situation was getting worse.
Although the old man didn't want to jump, the situation in the lighthouse was getting worse and worse. The wound betrayed him, forcing him to jump into a vast and dazzling blue. At first, a bunch of flames could only illuminate the grass, but in the blink of an eye, it was like a volcano.
break out!
As he fell, the old man heard a sound similar to the roar of a ship. The huge thing fell from the sky, and the flames surged from the place where it fell.
After thirteen years of peaceful companionship with the lighthouse, the scenes of the past seem to be happening again.
I just don’t know if he will be as lucky as before this time.
…
Electricity poured in from the wound, creating some kind of communication with the wound, as if discussing whether he should be allowed to live.
The old man did not close himself
His own pain system, because in his opinion, it was a kind of proof of being alive. But as this communication continued, the pain finally deprived him of his right to control. His central nervous system had rarely been so chaotic.
However, he understood that some things were destined to leave him, but some things would remain.
Disappearing into the sky, soil and flowing water here must mean death and the end.
A black shadow completely merged with the shadow of the lighthouse.
It was a tree that grew wildly and gave off a terrifying sound.
After a while, there was the crunching sound of boots. He sat on the sand and seemed to suddenly come to life. He exhaled suddenly, then waved his arms as hard as he could, shouting: "Here! Here!"
"It's me, old friend!"
Is it you? Old friend?
The old man didn't remember that he still had friends. After being confused for a long time, it was difficult for him to distinguish whether the world he perceived was true or false.
Maybe the communication between the electric current and the wound had a result, and they decided to let him wake up and see the world clearly, or maybe they decided to let him die and indulge in memories.
The rough palms pulled his arms, as if they wanted to lift him up from the sand and move him somewhere.
But he failed. The old man still sat there, moving his lips and asked: "What's going on? What's wrong with my child? Why is there such a big deviation in the result? I seem to hear the sound of trees growing, this...
…unscientific…”
The old man asked a lot of questions, and he asked all the questions in his heart.
"I don't know, I don't know what's going on in the world, but your child died, and her fusion core exploded, as if to protect you, and now this area is completely contaminated, haha... Have you ever thought about it?
, the polluted area has actually become your protective barrier! In addition, you heard it right, it is the sound of trees growing wildly... This is very unscientific, but it is true. All these things are like being hit with hormones, and suddenly
It’s starting to grow like crazy!”
The old man was finally helped up, and he was moved from the sand pile to the lighthouse. It felt like someone had stuffed a piece of cold metal into his mouth, and when he swallowed, it felt like he had eaten bitter almonds.
The radiation here is very strong and almost fatal.
"Here, have a drink of water."
The water was brought to the old man's mouth. Without the old man swallowing, the water automatically slipped into his throat, but emerged from the scar on his chest. He coughed violently, and a lot of the irritating mucus sprayed out.
My old friend patiently helped him wipe it.
"Is there no official news? What about the freedmen? Don't they live in the valley very close to us?"
"No, all messages have been blocked and cannot be retrieved. Even the satellites in the sky have stopped serving us. As for the free people... I only saw the tree canopy covering their camp. I don't know what happened.
.”
"What about...the others?"
"Others..." The old friend put his fingers on the old man's eyes. He tried to polish them, but he failed. The reason why these eyes could not see clearly was not because they were dirty, but because the current burned him.
visual system.
The old man was very sensitive to this kind of behavior. When his eyes were touched, he seemed to see a black shadow coming towards him under the bottomless ocean.
"The windmill is turning, and someone is flying a kite on the sparse lawn. As long as the string is still in her hand, she can close her eyes and enjoy the spring." This is a suggestion of self-hypnosis. The old man tried to calm himself down, but in
At this time, hypnosis has no practical effect and can only be used as soothing nursery rhymes at best.
The conversation between the two gradually began, but the old man gradually became incoherent. His wounds and the current were still talking. At first, they were very peaceful, but everyone gave in to each other.
But when it comes to matters related to whether physical components need to be restarted, it's always difficult for them to reach an agreement.
So in the end, even though the old friend stopped talking, the old man was still saying weird words, which were a bit unclear and did not even contain basic vocabulary. That was not his original intention, and it seemed that it was what he wanted to express at this moment.
He was like a drunk gentleman, even if he didn't know what he was talking about, he was deliberately maintaining his appearance.
"I shouldn't have let you stay here." My old friend suddenly said.
The old man stopped talking. He coughed violently, coughing up more irritating blue mucus, and the taste in his mouth was numb.
"Where else would I go? I have been guarding this lighthouse for decades. Without it, why would I exist?"
"Yes, you are always right. You look down on those free people, but are afraid of entering the dome. This is who you are. You haven't changed at all."
"Hmm...so what do I look like now?"
The old friend looked at the old man in front of him.
"Your right arm is gone, your shoulder is cracked, the electric current released by the reactor core burned your scalp, your left eye exploded, and you can clearly see the well-protected information in your empty skull cavity.
Sample core... Hmm... There are many scars on your chest. They should have been pierced by branches. There is still the smell of spores on them. In addition... emmmmm... In addition, your core heat dissipation group has been melted down.
, it’s out of control.”
What a terrible situation.
Although the old man's optic nervous system has been forcibly shut down, he can still outline the shape of light in his mind.
The shining coreless halo of blur shines brighter and brighter in the dark sky.
The sand in his palm was both cold and hot, and the pain would break out every few seconds, each time like a needle pricking his brain.
"Is there still no official news?" the old man asked.
"No."
"Then why don't you go back and take a look?"
"The aircraft is broken. I am more than 300 kilometers away from the nearest port. I can't walk there.
.”
"Shouldn't we start running at this time?"
"run?"
"Run to the people you love the most...they should all live in Elub, right?"
"Yes, you still remember."
"That's all I remember."
"Elub is definitely safer than here. I ran back to escape, not to save, so I'd better not cause trouble."
"Hmm... I really want to hear the sound of trees growing again."
The old friend looked at the distance. In the center of the girl's shattered body, the core that released heat and radiation was dimming.
"She's leaving."
What a euphemism.
The old man's consciousness has not yet become blurred, and he clearly understands the meaning of this sentence.
So he sat up, and the light in front of him was far and near, but it was not collected by the visual system.
Waves of hot air hit him, spreading along his limbs, while the constant sound of waves and sea breeze balanced the heat, making him drowsy.
It felt very comfortable... She lay next to the old man like a cat, purring irregularly.
…
"Sorry, I have to do this." The old friend opened the old man's head with brute force, and the electric current penetrated his palm, but he got the intelligence sample core that preserved all the old man's memories.
Before his consciousness was forced into a dark cage, the old man stretched out his hand to wake up the girl, but everything was pulled away in an instant and turned into a point of light disappearing into the night.
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The coastline has been swallowed up by forest.
The man was carrying a bag and trying to find a way out into the sea.
He felt that his skin was being pulled by countless small hands, accompanied by brief bursts of splitting sensations. It was life trying to change forms and seeking the nutrients it needed for its barbaric growth.
The sea water is full of these things, but after all, they are the humblest things in the ocean, and they will not put too much energy on such a skinny bone.
At this time, what is out of reach is no longer life and survival, but how to die naturally.
If he didn't want to blend in with everything around him, he had to find something metallic.
Fortunately, the fragments of the Thor-class battleship that fell from the sky can be seen everywhere.
He climbed onto a huge armor plate and, like a shipwreck survivor, lay on his back, breathing heavily.
Fatigue made him sleepy, and he wanted to take a rest, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he vaguely noticed countless hands groping on his body, just like a corpse lying on the battlefield, feeling the victors looking for valuable things in him.
The loot is the same.
Every inch of his skin became a trophy at this moment.
He struggled to get up and was shocked to find that blue seaweed had covered his legs and abdomen, and their breathing and growing sounds could be heard very clearly in his ears.
This was the first time he clearly felt that he was being swallowed by plants, and the feeling was even more terrifying than being bitten by wild beasts.
He pulled out his dagger, cut open the skin, and performed a comprehensive operation on himself.
The blood stained the silver armor plates red, but he still didn't stop.
After the pain nerves are shut down, this bloody scene is like a hunter skinning his prey...it looks bloody and cruel, which is the most basic law of the world.
In the end, he discarded the skin bag and threw it to the seaweeds in the sea who were still desperate for it.
When he turned his head and looked at the raised stern of the huge battleship, he found that it had been transformed into a work of art by the great artist of the ocean.
The native marine algae, animals and plants decorate it very artistically.
After marveling for a while, the man sat down silently, watching the sunset, hoping that his family far away in Elub would be well...
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The strange water bird that can laugh like a girl soars into the sky in the sea of turquoise grass, flying higher and higher over the high-rise buildings that are penetrated by big trees and wrapped in green plants.
In the morning light of dawn, the mast of the dome slowly extinguishes, and the natural colors light up the world.
In the outline of the city, those fleeing people have become some kind of garden works.
The flock of waterbirds set down again shortly after sunrise, and their huge bodies made a roar that made the earth tremble when they landed.
In the center of the square filled with art works, they strolled around, selected food, and occasionally chirped to each other. The sound of communication seemed to have entered the bustling city center.
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Looking at Eisinvar from the satellite, the first dome is already wrapped in green.
There are an astonishing number of those huge, weird water birds. They seem to have taken over the humans who originally lived here and become the new masters.
The traces in the sky gradually dimmed, and the exiled fleet was confused in the sky 10,000 meters away from the ground.
Just one morning and one night.
The power of life has deprived mankind of everything it has built and possessed on Gaia.
The structure of the dome is okay against alien species, but against the power of life that grows wildly?
It is powerless...
Such a sad image sleeps under the green field, sleeps here, and melts here.
A cluster of green flames, a heavy bell, a painful memory... is also an opportunity... an opportunity...
Do you still yearn to cultivate and sow seeds in fertile soil?
Or wait for a natural death on the dunes...
You can't tell.
Everyone was speechless...at a loss...
You are not on the ground.
Nor in the sky of exile...
Think about it over and over again...until you give yourself all the answers you need...