The sun is scorching hot and the wind and sand are strong.
Frye walked staggeringly in a desert. There was no time and no destination. There was only the sea of ​​sand under his feet that would sink people into it, and the sun that was always diagonally overhead.
Thinking is like the wind that keeps blowing on the surface of the sand. The sand flows like water. Frye can only follow the breeze and keep moving forward. The breeze is like a pushing hand from behind, pushing gently and inadvertently.
Frye moved forward step by step.
Sand and the scorching sun always complement each other, and Frye is just like these gravels in the wind. He is walking in the hot and desolate desert without time and purpose. Frye can't remember how long it has been.
The only thing that still remains in his mind is that there is something else that Fry needs to complete. This is the only thing that supports him to continue on.
"I remember!"
Frye made a dry and deep voice, and he would keep repeating this sentence to remind himself that in fact, his thoughts had already drifted far away.
Frye only felt that the wind pushing him from behind seemed to be directional, and the consciousness like quicksand was pulling Frye towards a certain final destination.
There was some kind of voice calling Frye in the distance. There was no sound around, and Frye was wrapped in a sense of silence.
At this time Frye stopped and looked at the sea of ​​sand below. He could not see his own shadow, but he could see another shadow.
"Are you still going to keep walking?"
Frye nodded. In this lonely world, the only solace was this woman's voice. Frye didn't know who she was, but she would talk to him from time to time. Women always wanted to stop Frye.
Go to a distant place.
"Go back, go back to your own place."
Frye shook his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He just wanted to find that voice.
"Even if you find that voice, you'll eventually come back to where you started!"
Frye nodded and wanted to continue walking forward, but felt pulled by an invisible hand.
"There's nothing ahead."
Frye shook his head and continued walking.
The sand grains all over the sky are slightly blown up in the wind, and eventually fall back into the sea of ​​sand, becoming a drop in the ocean among the many gravels.
"People are always small and insignificant, but even this smallness and insignificance have the power to change the world, don't they?"
Frye smiled and continued to move forward. Everything about himself no longer mattered. He just wanted to seek his own answer.
Some memories from the past began to revive again. From the moment Frye began to understand the world, he had strong doubts about the entire world, and even his own existence. He really wanted to know what the world was like.
What, what should I be in this world?
At this time, there were a few embers floating in the wind, but the hand behind him still grabbed Frye. Frye did not look back, he knew that he had to move forward.
"If you don't move forward, there will be no answer!"
At this time, the voice changed. Frye exhaled a breath. It was a voice that was somewhat deep, like an endless abyss. This voice seemed to suck people in.
The moment Frye raised his head, he saw ruins, with charred earth beneath his feet, embers floating in the air, and many buildings that Frye had never seen before, turning into dust in the flames.
Everything under the sky was very chaotic. In front of Frye, there was a black, shaking human figure like smoke, with a pair of scarlet eyes. The figure, like black smoke, slowly floated in front of Frye.
"Countless lives are disappearing, and the disappearing lives, even the traces of their existence, will disappear in history. You found me!"
Fry looked at the guy in front of him. This guy's voice came directly from his mind, very clearly.
It is surrounded by charred wasteland, and traces of civilization can be seen. These things Fry has never seen before. Many geometric three-dimensional buildings, some tree-like buildings, and the skeletons of many unknown creatures can be seen everywhere.
, and there are many humanoid creatures that appear to be able to walk upright and have large skeletons.
"This used to be a paradise, everything was beautiful, but life has disappeared!"
Frye nodded and naturally followed the human figure of flying dust in front of him.
Many of the numerical symbols representing civilization were unknown to Fry, but at this time, strange pictures appeared in his mind, and these pictures were constantly intertwined.
The beginning of life starts from a single cell, to multiple cells, cold and scorching sun, fire, thunder and lightning, and wind.
Under the countless actions of nature, the world has changed from gray to colorful. The world that once seemed static has become more active. Many lives have been transformed from beginning to end in the face of nature's countless choices.
, from the end to the beginning.
The whole process was like a huge, deep, unpredictable and irreversible reincarnation. Unknowingly, Frye felt that his eyes were a little moist, and tears flowed down.
"Life will always appear and disappear inadvertently. In this long river of time, I have witnessed countless disappearing lives. I have tried countless times to find the meaning of life, but I failed.
I've never been able to find it."
Everything in Frye's mind is still spinning. Countless galaxies, in the heroic evolution again and again, burst out the last brilliance of life. After the light dissipates, they will fall into darkness again.
No one can stop this, and there is no way to stop it. Everything is a natural choice, and it is no one's fault. After life passes away, it will leave traces, and in the long years, these traces will be erased by time.
At this time, Frye saw various forms of life in his mind. Frye had never seen so many forms of life.
Human beings are just a small type of life that has disappeared in the past, but they still exist.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I have crossed countless galaxies and set foot on countless lands! I want to find the origin of life, many of which have not even had time to see.
It has already disappeared, and I am here! In the end, living beings like you will also disappear! In the near future."
Frye looked at the guy in front of him blankly, not knowing what this guy was, but this guy knew everything, but Frye felt a trace of fear, because the feeling this guy gave Frye was extremely terrifying.
"I will eat everything, eat the best part of life, and let it exist in me forever...or in our stomachs, in order to retain the proof that life once existed, and to let
Life can continue in our bodies!"
Fry couldn't quite understand, and he shook his head.
"Only you can hear it. I know your past and even your future, so... everything about you has already been doomed. I was once trapped in a cage. It was you, a tiny living being, who liberated me.
, of course! It’s also because I ate the nurturer! So I’m trapped on this planet now, but I will eat this planet in the end, in order to let life exist in another form,
In order to prevent the brilliance of these lives from being annihilated by darkness!"
Frye looked at the guy in front of him with some fear. The embers in the air were slowly gathering together. The smoke-like guy in front of him gradually took shape. These fragments were constantly colliding. Frye's eyes widened in shock.
Eye.
In the body of the guy in front of him, what Frye saw seemed to be the universe, with countless celestial bodies colliding and squeezing. The guy in front of him seemed to be the entire process itself. His body was being built bit by bit, and after countless fierce movements,
In the collision of particles, they solidify bit by bit.
Finally, a human figure with an appearance like a rugged black rock surface stood in front of Frye. He had a geometric head, no cheeks, and only a pair of things that could be called eyes. There was no trace of emotion in the scarlet eyes.
.
"I'm trapped! Trapped in this planet, I need your help, Fry Stan!"
Frye's eyes widened. There was an absolute and irresistible will in this voice, and his head nodded involuntarily.
"You! What on earth is that?"
The thing in front of him came to Frye little by little.
"It doesn't matter what I am! Remember, God is the enemy in the true sense! He is the enemy of life. I have witnessed countless worlds, countless civilizations, and countless eras. In the end, they all died because of God. These lives
The anger, sadness and unwillingness of the passing time, you only need to remember these are enough! We will meet again in the future! And you..."
In a daze, Frye felt that his body was a little light, and everything in front of him began to blur, in an empty and silent dark space.
Frye's consciousness began to sink. He felt that nothing was important and he was about to lose everything.
At this time, standing in front of Frye was a woman with glazed hair and a slight white light emitting from her whole body. Her whole body felt like the morning sun.
"I could have watched you die Fry! But Gene would be sad if you died!"
Frye's eyes widened, and a white hand pressed on Frye's cheek.
"Live well Fry, the future can be changed, everyone's future is the same! Once you give up everything, you will eventually become a grain of dust in the belly of the Devourer!"
The smell of disinfectant filled the room, and the wind blew the curtains gently.
Frye licked his dry lips, and there was no consciousness in his whole body. Everything in front of him was blurry and shaking, the light was a little dim, and there was a familiar faint scent of tobacco in the air.
"are you awake!"
Gene looked at Frye with his eyes wide open. On the light and shadow screen next to him, Frye's brain waves began to fluctuate. Gene walked over and closed the window, walked to the bedside, and helped Frye cover his neck with the quilt.
at.
Frye closed his eyes, but he still couldn't make a sound from his throat. His body had no feeling. He could move his fingers, but he couldn't feel any touch on his body.
To be continued...