Chapter 49 Fragmented Diary (2)

#A whisper in the fog of history

If I look back on the past, from a long-term perspective, I should have gone crazy a long time ago.

Yes, if the way to confirm an individual’s mental madness is to be judged by a group, then I am indeed crazy. There is no one before, and there will be no one in the future. Because this planet seems to be not far from the end.

Those who have not experienced crazy life will not understand what it is.

And what I experienced was the most bizarre madness. I was separated from the ocean of collective thinking, and could no longer hear the thoughts and voices of my fellow tribesmen. There was no endless prayer to God, no whisper of hunger, and no cry of fear of death.

An unprecedented peace surrounded me. It was only a long time later that I learned that there was a word to describe it, and that was "silence". My consciousness extended endlessly, my thoughts left the group, and I became me.

I'm mad.

I didn't seem to be alive. I was in a daze, following the only light in my consciousness. I didn't seem to be dead either. I heard my compatriots wandering around me, complaining that I shouldn't eat the enemy's priests, which made them unable to

He had food, so he discussed whether to share it with me.

Then, I saw the door.

I saw the stars behind the door. It was a vast sea of ​​​​stars. Gases and debris of various colors formed colorful nebulae. Great fantasy dreams and various unimaginable races established various civilizations. They may

Praise the one who unites all things, or praise the great mother of all things. I see countless doors. The silver key that knows everything, understands everything, leads to everything, and controls everything is waiting in front of the door. The faceless chaos relies on its own preferences.

Get close to life and create stories on the stage that end only with madness and death. The green energy fire causes the world to decay, spiraling upward like flowers covering the sky. There are more gods, they will exist forever.

, as if it were the world itself. In the floating palace at the end of all things, the singularity of the universe, the blind and foolish sole god is sleeping. The colorful world, the rise or decline of civilizations, and even the gods are just part of his dream.

, along with his awakening, everything was wiped out.

The first is light, the last is sound.

Only dreams are real, and only the god of blindness and ignorance is eternal. I saw myself in the green flame, but I realized that it was the perfect appearance that I could not reach no matter what. I realized that living is nothing, and I

Understand that your own world and life are actually meaningless, and that only chaos and primitive order, such as life and death, are truly eternal.

I don’t want to die at this time, and I have just become myself after living in a state of confusion. I have never really seen the sea of ​​​​stars, and I have too many questions to ask: God of Order, why do you claim to protect us, but you don’t?

You have never given us blessings other than death? Why do you claim to be fraternal, but you have never stopped us from killing each other? Why can we only live one reincarnation, and why must I die according to your oracle? I closed my eyes in a dream

Eyes, I return to my world, I open my eyes, I have never seen so far, heard so far, the things around me were compatriots a minute ago, but now they are another kind of thing that I can't understand.

Living things. I became me, and they became them.

It was like waking up after a full sleep, and being reborn after death. I heard the sound of the wind blowing up the sand. I heard the sound of snow grains scraping against the mountain peaks in the distant tundra. The world became delicate.

Now, if there are a thousand birds singing in front of me, I can also clearly distinguish which one of them has its wings lightly brushing against the branch. Everything becomes so clear, if the skin is peeled off

Show it before me.

I heard prayers, I heard laughter, I heard them whispering and complaining about being hungry again because I wasn't dead.

Only.

I don't hear the heartbeat of this planet.

The planet I was born on has died.

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This civilization once had the concept of extraordinary abilities (hence the birth of the God of Order), but it no longer exists because it was erased by her.

Because there is no concept of sequences, potions, and rituals, everyone relies on luck to survive. Occasionally, God comes back to provide guidance. Decay ate the demigods in the adjacent path when he only had Sequence 7. He went crazy.

In other words, his sanity has cleared and he is normal.
Chapter completed!