: 1140 "Dream" (seeking a monthly pass)

This is a dream.
A dream that is not happy or sad.
Do not.
It should be said that this is two dreams.
A dream is very happy.
A dream is very sad.
The first thing a teenager does is a happy dream.
It is an endless prairie.
There is wind on the grassland.
There are horses on the grasslands.
There are sheep on the grassland.
Someone on the grassland.
The girl is riding a horse and is running in the wind.
The surrounding flocks were driven away.
One by one people shouted at her loudly.
But the girl, like a naughty child, whipped the horses desperately, letting the horses under her run faster and faster on the grasslands.
At that time, the girl was undoubtedly happy.
Even if you don't talk ridiculously, even if your status is higher than anyone else, you can run on this endless grassland. That is enough for the girl to abandon all the troubles and enjoy the happiness.
In the future, some people will fear her.
In the future, some people will hate her.
In the future, some people will call her "the whip of God."
In the future, some people will think that she is the spokesperson of the military god.
And she is also destined to marry most of Europe's land, so that her prestige is left in history and is known.
However, that has nothing to do with the current girl.
At this moment, the girl only needs to run on this endless grassland, then she is already satisfied.
The teenager looked at the girl's white hair and fluttered with the white veil. The dark skin was sweating in the wind. Even if the girl did not carry any emotions in a pair of ruby ​​eyes, he could Feel her satisfaction, her cheerfulness.
Unfortunately, dreams are dreams after all.
Even if it is a happy dream, after all, there is still a day to wake up.
Then, the sad dream began to come.
The endless grasslands turn into ancient land.
The surrounding flock became a wild beast, screaming in the riots.
Those who continue to sip towards the girls have also become a long time ago, and the clothes that are popular in the distant past of human civilization have appeared on this ancient land.
The surface at that time was very different from the present.
Whether it is the composition of the atmosphere, the numerous flora and fauna, or the continents inhabited by the people here, it is not what it is now, but the legacy of civilization that was long and long ago.
However, this civilization is destined to be destroyed.
Because the fire has already burned up.
The surface is burning.
The world is burning.
Things that can be called civilization have been destroyed.
Animals with huge bodies are mad at such places, roaring and continually rushing until they die.
In the face of all this, the people of prehistoric civilization are extremely desperate.
"It’s coming too fast."
The prophet trembled.
"Only one battle is going."
The dominators stood up.
"Everything is too late."
Scholars have given up.
This is the last record of ancient civilization.
What the teenager is seeing now is the end of a civilization.
What caused this to happen is not someone else, it is the closest existence to the boy.
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Is this the tremor of the earth?
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Is this the scream of the atmosphere?
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Is this the cry of the world?
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Is this the hum of life?
Do not.
Nothing.
That is the footsteps.
Big to unusual footsteps.
The boy slowly looked up and looked at the front.
There, the end of the world burning with fire, the culprit that led to the destruction of everything in this world.
He walked slowly toward this side.
He walked in the footsteps of shaking the earth.
He has a huge body that is large enough to cover the field of vision.
He carries the power to destroy the entire planet.
He is a giant.
A white giant.
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This time it was a growl.
The roar of the end of the world, the end of civilization, and the extinction of life.
It can shock the soul.
It can annihilate the spirit.
As long as the front is bathed under the roar, and the voice is heard, no matter what kind of existence, it will subconsciously give up the soul, give up the spirit, and finally accept despair and extinction, and go to the end.
Now, the boy is bathed under the roar.
The soul is indeed shocked.
The spirit is indeed annihilated.
However, in the middle of despair and demise, the teenager could not help but think so.
"Why does your voice sound so sad?"
This is the only and last thought of the boy.
Then the white giant came to the boy.
To him, a hand that covered the sky was stretched out, and everything in front of him was completely dark.
This is the last scene of the dream of the teenager.
This is a dream.
A dream that is undoubtedly very sad.
The girl is just like a teenager, she is dreaming.
However, unlike the teenagers who can see the endless grasslands and the burning continent, the dreams of the girls are only a white room.
There is nothing in this room.
In this room, cruelty has no end.
This is just a pure white space.
There are only a lot of pungent smells here.
It is covered with cold instruments.
There is a bright bed here.
The girl saw it.
In the bed, a young child lay on it.
His breathing is extremely weak.
His body is no longer able to act.
He gradually lost his breath of life.
He was covered with instruments and wires.
He is dying.
The girl clearly understood this fact.
Of course, the teenager himself understands this fact and accepts it frankly.
No way, this is fate.
"In any case, it is no different from early arrival and late arrival."
The boy has already given up.
"Even if there is another ten years, there is nothing to stay."
This is just an unrealistic reverie.
"Why then why continue to waste time?"
The teenager thinks so.
It is only normal and normal to accept such a result, neither desperate nor painful.
The girl understands it all.
However, in addition to understanding, the girl is full of puzzles.
After all, the girl thinks so.
"Why does your voice sound so sad?"
This is not the voice of a person who accepts the cruel fate.
The girl involuntarily approached the past and extended her hand to the teenager lying on the bed.
Unfortunately, the girl did not touch the boy.
Because, in the next second, the boy disappeared.
The girl looked at this scene awkwardly, and then closed her eyes.
In a pair of hidden ruby-like eyes, something like tears ran down.
The girl thinks so.
"When will this dream wake up?"
This is the last thought of the dream of a girl.