Chapter 1019:

Then we said:
"Our dearest people. Don’t be afraid of the forest. There is no danger in loneliness. We don’t need our brothers. Let us forget their beauty and our evil, let us forget everything unless we are together and between us There is a bond. Give us your hand. Looking ahead. This is our own world, a golden world, a strange, unknown world, but ourselves."
Then we walked into the forest with their hands in ours.
That night, we knew that holding a female body in our arms is neither ugly nor shameful, but a kind of ecstasy that gives men a race.
We walked for many days. The forest has no end, we have no end. But every day added to between us and New York City is like a blessing.
We made bows and arrows and many arrows. We can kill more birds than food. We found water and fruit in the forest. At night, we choose an open space and light a fire around it. We slept in that ring, and the beast dared not attack us. We can see their eyes, green and yellow coals, looking at us from the branches outside. Flames surround the jewelry around us, burning like smoke, the smoke is still in the air, and is photographed into blue pillars by the moonlight. We slept in the middle of the ring together, the golden men's arms were around us, and their heads were resting on our horns.
One day, when we walk far enough, we will stop to build a house. But we need not worry. The days before us have no end, like a forest.
We cannot understand the new life we ​​discovered, but it seems so clear and so simple. When there is a problem that bothers us, we walk faster, then turn around and forget everything, because we look at the golden number one next. When the shadows of the leaves were scattered on the branches, their shadows fell on their arms, but their shoulders were in the sun. The skin of their arms is like blue mist, but their shoulders are white and glowing, as if light does not fall from above, but rises from below their skin. We looked at the leaves falling on their shoulders. They fell on the bend of their necks, and a drop of dew gleamed like jewelry. They approached us, they stopped and laughed, knowing what we were thinking, they waited obediently, no problem, until it pleases us to move on.
We keep going, we bless the earth under our feet. But when we walked silently, the problem came again. If what we find is lonely corruption, what do people hope to save corruption? If this is the great evil of being alone, then what is good and what is evil?
Everything from many people is good. Everything from one person is evil. We were taught the first time we breathed. We have broken the law, but we have never doubted it. But now, as we walk through the forest, we are learning to doubt.
Men have no life except for working hard for the benefit of all their brothers. But we don't have a life. When we work hard for our brothers, we are just tired. For men, there is no joy, except for the joy shared with all brothers. But the only thing that teaches us happiness is the power we create in the wire, and the golden power. These two kinds of happiness belong to us alone, they come from us alone, have nothing to do with all our brothers, nor are they related to our brothers in any way. Therefore, we want to know.
There are some mistakes in human thinking, a terrible mistake. What is wrong with that? We don't know, but knowledge struggles in our hearts and struggles for a living. Today, Golden One suddenly stopped and said:
"we love you."
But they frowned, shook their heads, and looked at us helplessly.
They whispered, "No, that's not what we want to say."
They were silent, and then they slowed down, their speech stopped, just like a child learning to speak for the first time:
"We are a person...a person...the only...and we love you, a person...a person...the only one."
We looked at each other's eyes, and we knew that the breath of miracle touched us and fled us, groping in vain.
We feel torn apart, torn apart for a certain word we cannot find.
Part ten
We sit at a table and write it on paper thousands of years ago. The light is dim and we can't see the golden bed, only a golden lock on the pillow of an ancient bed. This is our home.
We came here at sunrise today. We have been crossing the mountains for many days. The forest rises between the cliffs. Whenever we walk on a barren rock, we can see huge peaks in the west, north and south, all in front of our eyes. The peaks are red and brown, the green stripes of the forest are like veins, and the blue mist covers the top of their heads. We have never heard of these mountains, and have never seen their marks on any map. The unknown forest protects them from the city and city men.
We climbed up a path that wild goats dared not follow. The stones rolled from under our feet, and we heard them hit the rocks below, getting farther and farther away. The mountains sounded with every strike, and shortly after the strike. But we keep going, because we know that no one will follow in our footsteps and will not get here.
Then today, at sunrise, we saw white flames in the woods, towering high in front of us. We thought it was a fire, and stopped. But the flame did not move, but it was as dazzling as liquid metal. Therefore, we climbed through the rocks. In front of us, on the top of the vast mountain, the mountain stands tall on the top of the mountain, standing a house we have never seen before, and the white fire is shot from the sun through the glass windows.
The house has two stories and a strange roof. There are many more windows than there are walls on the wall, and the windows go straight at the corners, although this keeps the house in a standing state we cannot guess. The walls are hard and smooth, a different stone from the stone we see in the tunnel.
We both knew the house without a word: it was left by "". Trees protect it from time and weather, from those who have less compassion than time and weather. We turned to Golden One and we asked:
"Are you afraid?"
But they shook their heads. Therefore, we walked to the door, opened it, and walked into the house of "Boring Times" together.
We will need the days and years to come to find, learn and understand the things in this house. Today, we can only look and try to believe in our own eyes. We pulled down the heavy curtains from the windows, and we saw that the room was small, and we thought it could accommodate up to twelve people. It is strange that we think that men are only allowed to build twelve houses.
We have never seen such a well-lit room. The sunlight is beating in colors, colors and more colors. This is more than we thought. We have never seen houses in white, brown and gray. There is a lot of glass on the wall, but not glass, because when we look at it, we see our body and everything behind us, just like on the surface of a lake. There are some weird things we have never seen before, and uses we don't know. There are glass everywhere in every room, with metal spider webs inside, just like we saw in the tunnel.
We found the sleeping hall, and we stood on its threshold in awe. Because it is a small room with only two beds in it. We have no other beds in the house, and then we know there are only two beds, which is understandable. People, what kind of world do they have?
We found the costume, and the golden costume could not breathe in front of them. Because they are not white coats, nor white robes. They are all colors, no two are the same. When we touched them, something fell apart. But others use heavier cloths, which feel soft and novel in our fingers.
We found a room where the walls were made of shelves, and rows of manuscripts were placed from floor to ceiling. We have never seen so many people, nor have we seen such a strange shape. They are not soft or curly, and have hard-shell fabrics and leathers. The letters on their pages are so small that we all want to know the people who handwritten this way. We browsed the pages and found that they were written in our language, but we found many words that we could not understand. Tomorrow, we will start reading these scripts.
When we saw all the rooms in the house, we looked at the golden hall and we all knew what we thought.
We said: "We will never leave this house, nor take it away from us. This is our home and the end of our journey. This is your house, Golden One, and also ours, no matter the earth It does not belong to anyone else. We will not share it with others because we will not share our happiness, our love, and our hunger with others. The end of today."
They said: "You will do it."
Then we went out to collect wood for the large fireplace at home. We brought water from the stream flowing among the trees under the window. We killed a goat and cooked its meat in a peculiar copper pot. This copper pot was found in a wonderful place. It must be the cooking room of the house.
We completed this work alone, because without us, the "Golden One" could be taken away from the large glass that is not glass. They stood in front of it and looked at their bodies.
When the sun goes down, gold jewels sleep on the floor among jewels, crystal bottles and silk flowers. We hugged Golden One in our arms, and then carried them to the bed, their heads lightly resting on our shoulders. Then, we lit a candle, took out the paper from the manuscript room, and sat by the window, because we knew we could not sleep tonight.
Now we look at the earth. Bare rocks, mountain peaks and the spread of moonlight are like a world that is about to be born, a world that is waiting. In our view, it requires us to provide signals, sparks, and the first commandment. We don't know what we are going to say, and we don't know what this earth expects to witness. We know it is waiting. It seems that there are many gifts that can be placed in front of us, but it hopes to provide us with bigger gifts. We want to talk. We have to give its goal, the highest meaning to all this radiant rock and sky.
We look forward to the future, we beg for guidance to answer this voice, but there is no voice yet. We look at our hands. We have seen the dust of centuries, hiding great secrets and even great evil dust. However, it did not arouse our inner fears, only silent awe and compassion.
May knowledge come to us! Although it seems to be trying to tell us, what is the secret that our heart has understood but has not yet revealed to us?
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