He was walking.
Keep walking.
Hunger, fatigue, pain, cold...
These feelings relentlessly assaulted my already fragile spirit, making my already blurred vision almost unrecognizable.
He couldn't remember the events that had happened before clearly; he only vaguely recalled angry roars, painful wails, and helpless sobs...
But I can't remember anything about what happened.
His past memories began to fade away, while fragmented and unfamiliar pieces slowly filled his increasingly empty mind.
Fleeting glimpses of light and shadow flashed by, and bizarre and fantastical images poured in at a distorting speed, filling the gaps in my memory.
Wearing a crown of thorns and holding a scepter, he stood atop the mountains, coldly looking down upon the devout people below.
Walking in the dark abyss where shadows and blood intertwine, he treads on blood-stained bones, silently plundering lives.
Submerged in boundless books, he silently guarded these unspoken treasures.
he……
...
...
Hallucination.
Reality.
The boundaries between the two constantly intertwined and merged in his eyes, gradually becoming one.
It felt like a dream.
He felt the wind and snow around him disappear silently, the biting cold in the air vanish without a trace, and he suddenly felt as if he were strolling in a dark forest full of flowers.
But this clarity did not last.
The fresh scent of the soil and the sweet fragrance of the dew in the air did not sober him up; instead, they dragged him into an even deeper abyss.
He walked aimlessly through the woods, his steps uneven, leaving long trails of blood behind him.
rustle……
Against the backdrop of darkness, it looked less like a human and more like a walking corpse wandering aimlessly in a dark dungeon.
He was like a machine that had lost its goal but couldn't stop, wandering aimlessly but continuously.
The scale of time blurred in the silence, and he couldn't tell whether he was moving forward or backward.
The forest remained unchanged, showing absolutely no signs of alteration.
If he were still conscious, he would surely have suffered a mental breakdown from the endless torment of this journey.
Suddenly, he stopped for the first time, because a different scene appeared before him.
The towering trees in front of us disappeared, and a long-lost light appeared!
An endless expanse of white snow.
A field filled with pure white flowers, radiating a soft, shimmering light...
Flower field.
The sweet scent that once permeated the forest had vanished, and the white flowers blooming everywhere had no fragrance whatsoever.
In the heart of the vast flower field, a wooden house that seemed out of place amidst the ancient scenery suddenly appeared.
The moment he saw the wooden house clearly, an uncontrollable hunger, emanating from the depths of his soul, surged forth from the bottom of his heart like a flood!
Go there!
As long as we can get to that place!!!
Thump!
cough!
Before he could be controlled by the nameless desire rising in his heart, he tripped over a flower and fell heavily to the ground.
Cough cough cough...
The blood flowing through my veins no longer seemed to be fresh blood, but rather mud mixed with ice shards. Each flow of the chilling blood brought immense pain to my body.
There was a different feeling in my chest, as if it were filled with scorching hot coals, the burning sensation accompanied by increasingly heavy breathing.
It seems that everything that was ignored is now being noticed again, and is appearing with doubled anger at being ignored.
But he was not destroyed by this feeling. Like a ghost crawling out of a graveyard, he slowly crawled towards the wooden house in the distance.
Or perhaps...
He might have been destroyed long ago.
The sky remained unchanged as he slowly crawled through the flower field, which seemed to be in eternal night.
Following that desire, move slowly.
Finally, his already bloodied and mangled right hand weakly reached up the steps of the wooden house.
Creak.
The weight of my body pressed down on the wooden stairs, and the steps groaned slightly, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet night.
If he were still conscious, he would know that he should hide his tracks and perhaps sneak into the room.
To expose one's tracks so easily in this cold and cruel world is tantamount to courting death.
He should have understood these things.
Unfortunately, he no longer had the energy to think about what to do now.
The brand-new wooden steps were stained with dark blood. He stood up with a sudden surge of strength from within his body and staggered to the door.
It seemed as if heaven had taken pity on him and didn't want him to be lying in front of the door.
Thump...
The faint knocking seemed not to reach the house, and the lights inside remained unchanged, as if the owner of the house was asleep beside a warm fireplace.
"..."
He opened his cracked lips, as if to say something, but nothing came out.
But when he opened his mouth, he tore his lips apart, which had stuck together because he hadn't spoken for a long time, and blood flowed from his lips.
Thump.
"…………"
There was still no response. The wooden door, which seemed easy to open with a push, was like a city wall blocking his way, silently refusing this lost visitor.
The third time, he used the last of his strength and slowly pounded the wooden door in front of him!
Thump!
creak...
This time, the wooden door in front of him slowly opened inward, but before he could even feel any joy, he felt his legs, which were supporting him, completely lose their strength.
Thump!!
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