Chapter 69: Fragmentary Diary
Chapter 69: Fragmentary Diary (5)
*The great turning point of the mist of history (not
In a planet that has stopped rotating, in a star core that has been extinguished for thousands of years, the God of Order is sleeping and dreaming of the beautiful dreams of the past.
The white spirit curled up, her long hair covering her face. Dead flowers and plants covered the surroundings, and the tattered shade of the trees turned the starlight into spots of light that fell on her white fur. Occasionally, she would hear the language of her homeland in her dreams, and see her father and mother, whose appearances she had forgotten, as well as her brothers and sisters. Her brother seemed to have one eye that inherited her mother's light blue color, and her sister scratched her left ear because of her mischief when she was a child, leaving a small gap. As for her father and mother, they were even more distant memories that had been buried by dust.
Ah, but she still remembers. She remembers the fragrance of the earth, the vast grasslands, the starry sky, and the comfortable wind that surrounded her as she galloped with other people of her kind.
I remember rolling around on the grassland with my livestock when spring came, and planting new flowers beside the walls of the stone house that had been empty for a year. I remember signing a contract with the tree people long before winter came. The tree people would spend several days fixing themselves next to the stone house and wrapping the house with their branches and trunks. In winter, the tree people would fall into a regular sleep, using their bodies to help themselves and their compatriots resist the wind and snow, and I needed to provide food regularly to maintain my life.
Such beautiful memories, such a beautiful hometown...
A thousand years ago, the core of the star went out and the planet stopped rotating. It lost its gravity and deviated from its orbit, which led to a century-long cold wave. In order to maintain her home, she chose to become a god and set a new order for her hometown so that it could continue to survive. So she finally found the only chance of survival among the countless possibilities of extinction. She rejected the cycle of life and death, so all things were able to survive again under her protection.
In this barren land, even having enough food is a luxury.
So civilization was forgotten. (God decided to abandon civilization)
With the long winter and short spring, the weak new life cannot grow normally.
Therefore, all children must be born with extraordinary abilities. (God made the two tribes fight for extraordinary characteristics)
Without the help of the tree people, the stone house could not withstand the severe cold.
So the gods allowed their people to hunt tree people in order to survive in the winter, and then help them reproduce in the spring.
After years of fratricide, the population of both ethnic groups has dropped sharply.
The god indicated that the two tribes should help each other when food was sufficient, but this time they did not obey the oracle.
One hundred years, two hundred years. Civilization was forgotten, the world stopped progressing, and deep hatred permeated everyone's heart.
The God of Order often wondered if he had failed to withstand the cold wave, because the omen of destruction never went away.
How I wish I could hear the language of my hometown again.
How she wanted to eat the delicious broth again. However, all she had left was a chaotic and crazy beautiful dream.
One day, her spirituality was suddenly touched, and she felt a powerful creature gradually approaching her sleeping place.
It was a tree man. She had only seen such a powerful tree man in the world of her memory, and she missed him uncontrollably. She saw this life coming to the top of her hiding place, looking around, and performing a simple ritual - was it to pray to her? - She sobered up a little and wanted to see what this strange believer was asking for.
"The God of Order? No."
The tree man's body language revealed a sense of undignified impatience, which made her even more curious.
"——Branca."
The tree man said.
The God of Order was suddenly stunned. This is her language, the language of her people, the language that the civilization buried deep in the ice once spoke! Are you my compatriot? Have you been sleeping for a long time like me, and thus escaped the great cold wave? Are you also unwilling to forget the good life in the past like me? Say more, say more! Whatever you say, I am eager to hear this language that has been lost for thousands of years and no one knows again!
As she wished, the tree man slowly spoke:
"I have never seen a god as useless and selfish as you."
"Look at what you've done. Is there any need to save this broken place? Is your love for us to kill each other?"
"Hurry up and climb!"
TBC
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Decline, a god with a bad temper since childhood.
(End of this chapter)