The flower of the other shore slowly submerged into the gray realm. After gathering my emotions, I started a journey without dreams.

The road without any exploration is really dangerous, but once you put yourself in such a space, how can you choose? The answer is no, sometimes mistakes are doomed in the dark, because we are

mortal.

The mental picture of Higanhua gradually became clearer, but the vision was still gray, and all the sounds began to become very subtle, until they were so small that they could be ignored.

The feeling of losing my memory is no clearer than at this moment. The ground under my feet is not soil at all, and the sky above my head is not blue at all. It is completely gray. I don't know whether it is day or night at this moment.

Danger was everywhere, but he couldn't suppress the anxiety in his heart.

What are people pursuing? Many people have already given the answer, but is that really the answer? Just like this forgotten place, is there their so-called pursuit here?

There was a bridge-like building in the hazy front. I didn't dare to go too close because I saw an uninvited guest before.

Unexpected things happen from time to time. Without the constraints of time, everything becomes so natural. Can this natural comfort continue to the distance?

There is another color in the gray field.

Black! This is black as never before.

I can't detect it with my eyes, I can only feel it. It's a black figure, but his back is facing me. No matter how hard I try, I can't move forward.

Gradually, the black shadow became clearer and clearer, as if standing in front of me. I could even clearly see the bronze armor, which was the only thing on his body, but it was so black that it had no luster.

Many times I try to simplify the things I am confused about, and my efforts are in vain. Is any mysterious thing more attractive than myself?

At this moment, I felt an unspeakable sense of letting go in my originally calm heart. I no longer belonged to anyone. My reason allowed me to lock everything in front of me objectively.

Like the gravitational force of distorted time and space, the black shadow appeared in front of me very clearly at this moment.

I tried hard to control myself and suppress my inner curiosity, because I didn't want to ruin it because of my impulse.

It is often unintentional actions that cause irreparable losses. In the end, I circled around this black shadow, and from then on it got its name, the Black Knight.

People often say that when a certain characteristic of matter reaches its extreme, it will often produce wonderful effects. The so-called miracle is the meaning of its existence.

The black shadow is so dark that it is hard to believe, just like how anyone can believe in the future when they are extremely lost.

Things must be reversed at the extreme, and the extreme of black shadow brings it into nothingness. Every difficulty has its critical point. It depends on how we sublimate it.

Why can it be called the Black Knight?

The answer lies in its mount, which is an invisible thing. It is clearly in front of you, but you can't remember what it is through memory.

Thoughts were racing through my mind, and the concept of the mount disappeared in an instant. When I looked at it again, I realized that this was the knight's identity certificate. However, the fate of the mount was not good. Its body had already been implanted in the ground, leaving only a trace of traces.

The body of the Black Knight cannot be called a human body at all, because it is too vague and does not even have basic limbs. It only makes people subconsciously know that it is a knight.

After spending all my energy, I finally realized that the knight had been holding out a hand, and I didn't know where his finger was pointing, but I was sure it was pointing in the direction of dawn.

When the knight's hand gradually became clearer, I saw the other slender hand being held tightly by the knight. At this moment, I couldn't control the heat in the corners of my eyes.

Is the owner of my aching hand gone?;

Pain does not mean crying.

A vague image came to mind. Was it the knight? Or the owner of the hand. Maybe it was a woman struggling in her heart.

The knight stays here not to wait, but to tell a distant and past story.

That year, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and you stood in the Peach Fairy Valley. You still remember that you didn't like to see the grass wither, so there was a world of ice and snow.

If there is a road that no one has ever walked, I will walk on it step by step, loneliness will guide me, loneliness will be my mount, longing will be my beacon, and you will be my eyes.

The story of the knight and the slender hand has ended long ago, but it is also my story. The end does not mean the end. On the contrary, it has just begun. At this moment, the small bridge is right in front of me.

There is no gorgeous appearance, just an ordinary stone bridge, no more than a few feet long, which makes people want to touch it.

This stone bridge in the gray field is very special, floating above the dry river.

Gradually, cracks began to appear on the bridge body. After a while, the cracks divided the White Bridge into two halves. One half belonged to the past and cannot be retrieved now. Even if it is still reluctant to leave, it cannot be restored.

Watching this scene happen, I wanted to stop it, but this was a world without sound, and I couldn't even touch it.

In an instant, a trace appeared on the broken bridge. Not seeing clearly does not mean that I don't know. On the contrary, I knew who it was. This is a natural emotion for everyone.

What you hope for most in the darkness is to gain light. The most satisfying moment is when the person you are thinking of is also thinking of you.

I have no way of knowing whether the broken bridge records their past. I think about the past, and some things can no longer be found. I can only caress the hidden wounds with the palm of my hand.

There is a beautiful woman in the distance, holding the dream fairy in her hand.

Burning into one's bones, causing death and desecrating one's beauty.

Just wait for the flowers to bloom and fill the world with fragrance.

The way back is unclear and my heart is chilling.

There is only one piece of bridge dream.

The memory written down has no one who understands it, and the long time has tempered it and turned it into a tragedy.

The world still hasn't changed, I'm still the same person, it's just that time has made the distance incalculable.

The area of ​​less than ten square meters in front of me is covered with green grass. I am not unfamiliar with these plants, but they are just too strange. The appearance of these green grasses in the gray field is simply a miracle.

Although they are just like the gray grass around them, I feel that they are full of vitality and life is so strong at this moment.

I saw my own fragility. Are they lonely? Maybe not, but they need wings to be able to leave here and go further.

They have dreams, they want to fly, their roots are here, and they are destined to end up here.

After a slight hesitation, whether they wanted it or not, I lay down among them.

Fortunately, I haven't lost my sense of smell here. This is the only place where I feel comfortable. The fragrance of green grass was almost unnoticed in the past, but here, this green smell is extremely wonderful.

How long have I been away from Baiqiao? It seems like several light years have passed just now. I have never thought about leaving here, at least I want to know what this forgotten world is called.

If possible, I would also like to know if there are some people who have come here and are exploring and redeeming themselves like me.
Chapter completed!