The gray color changes continuously, and finally becomes countless silk threads, hovering and swimming in the sight, wrapping everything in the sight, layer by layer, forming an impenetrable net, extending toward the
Endless distance...
I seemed to have become extremely small, and in the center of this gray like a stone, a grain of dust, a wisp of smoke, an atom...
What are you?
Self, self... represents all this...that is...me.
who I am?
Civilian police officer...******...anti-pornography operation...new boss...that black window...
The gray silk thread gathered in front of the eyes and finally condensed, becoming a bottomless darkness. In the darkness, a bright silver luster was born. It rotated and spread around, like ink rippling in the water...
My mind is still blurry. But my body... seems to be very painful.
Perception connected by paralysis... Yes, this feeling is called pain.
Every inch, every minute, everything that belongs to you seems to be in a severe pain!
What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me...
die……
Yes. Am I dead?
Thoughts became faster and clearer, but they seemed to be able to piece together the remaining fragments. There seemed to be a mixed call in his ears. The muzzle that erupted from flames spread out, and the body was filled with pain.
The clear and gradually blurred sky in the field of vision felt like it was like a fog flying...
...But what you can feel is not as beautiful as the rumors, but not as terrifying as some other rumors. Moreover, I remember this nostalgic familiarity, which is clearly only when you are alive
I've only experienced it thousands of times.
Pain is a proof of being alive. Perception... is also a proof of being alive.
So am I still alive? Are I still alive?
life.
Having life. The beautiful feeling is gratifying...
That strange perception makes people want to yell...
So more things appeared, the pain of the air vibrating, combined into a strange wow sound, mixed with louder syllables... The pain in the body, the cold feeling formed, moistening from every pore towards the body
...The pain inside, the strange fishy smell gathered in the layer, and the constant rumination: the suffocating feeling made some places, perhaps the throat, or the nose, tighten.
Then there is light.
All the light turned red, like a scorched dryness.
The feeling became clearer... the eyes were sore... the nose was a little blocked... the body was chilling... only the hearing was intact, familiar, but what could be heard was extremely chaotic... and strange.
Several vague shadows were running constantly inside, back and forth, back and forth...
A rough voice was shouting, but the vague and rolling pronunciation made people unable to understand the meaning. A soft voice was moaning low, with strange pain, and further afield, several sharp voices were howling
It was full of panic. But the strength that supported the body seemed to be keeping myself away from all this.
Then there was only a soft voice chanting repeatedly.
It is still a strange and pronounced vocabulary, but after every pause of this sound, it seems to have a fixed beginning.
...
It took me a long time, or several years later, that I knew what the chanting meant.
Very simple.
It was a prayer for blessing, and each sentence began with a name.
Edward, that is my name, the newborn.
In the following ten years, this name has always represented an ordinary child born in a remote mountain village. His father was a rural blacksmith and his mother had already passed away when he was born.
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