Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Night falls, the stars hide, leaving only the street lamps and moonlight to flicker in the silence. In Lin Xiaoxiao's room, only the desk lamp emits a soft halo, like the most steadfast star in the night sky, silently accompanying her. She sits at her drawing table, her brush dipped in ink, freely depicting one leaping dream after another on the white paper, guided by her heart.
On the surrounding walls, the brightly colored rock band posters seem to come to life in the dim light, bearing witness to Lin Xiaoxiao's youth and showcasing her unrestrained personality. The comic books on the bookshelf form a small mountain, their pages holding her inspiration and dreams, while the jumble of brushes in the pen holder extends Lin Xiaoxiao's thoughts.
On her canvas is the fantastical world in her heart. There are clever elves, mighty warriors, and enigmatic wizards. Every stroke of Lin Xiaoxiao's painting is a longing for adventure, and every line is filled with exploration of the unknown.
A gentle breeze enters the room, where the coolness of the night mingles with the warmth of the desk lamp, giving Lin Xiaoxiao a unique sense of peace. She pauses her brush and quietly gazes at her work, as if those characters are stepping out of the paper, smiling at her, speaking to her.
"You see, how wonderful this world is," she murmured softly, as if speaking to those characters she had created, "Each one of you is my dream, my hope."
She immersed herself once again in her own world, the pen in her hand moving more freely. In this small room, Lin Xiaoxiao built a universe of her own, one that only she could fully understand and explore.
She has always had a dream in her heart, which is to become a manga artist, using her own brush to create one wonderful story after another. And tonight, she took a solid step on her dream path once again.
Under her pen, the world of Underworld gradually takes shape. She integrates reality and imagination, creating a place that is both mysterious and fascinating. In this world, the Judges are dignified and mysterious, and the souls are either sad or happy. Each soul has its own story and destiny.
Lin Xiaoxiao's gaze lingered on the paper, contemplating every detail. Her fingers gently touched the souls she had created, as if she could feel their joys and sorrows. Her heart was filled with love and respect for this strange world.
Just as she was fully absorbed in her artwork, a wave of fatigue washed over her. She set down her brush, stretched lazily, and decided to take a break. She walked to the window, pushed it open, and let the cool night breeze caress her face. The city lights twinkled before her, like distant stars.
Lin Xiaoxiao returned to her desk, opened her diary, and began writing down her thoughts and feelings. In the diary, she expressed her longing for the future, her determination to become a manga artist, and her boundless fantasies about the Underworld world.
Unconsciously, Lin Xiaoxiao's eyelids grew heavier, and her pen began to waver. At the end of the diary, she wrote: "In this world where dreams and reality intertwine, I will use my brush to paint my own colors."
As the night grew quiet, Lin Xiaoxiao entered the dreamland at her desk. In her dream, she saw the Underworld world she had painted, where everything was more vivid than her depiction. She interacted with the characters she had created, listened to their stories, and felt their emotions. That night, she traveled in the dream, exploring a world more wonderful than reality.
Chapter Three: The Interweaving of Dreams and Reality (continued)
In Lin Xiaoxiao's dream, the Underworld world appeared more vivid than her own depiction, with every detail coming to life. In her dream, she seemed to have crossed into another dimension, entering a realm that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
She stood on a bridge made of agate, spanning over a quiet river of the underworld. The river was deep and tranquil, flowing with the song of souls finding their resting place. Lin Xiaoxiao looked down and saw her reflection on the water's surface - dressed in a light veil, with long hair cascading down.
She looked up, and the world of Underworld appeared like a huge ink painting, with undulating mountains and towering palaces. Every patch of forest and every pavilion exuded an ancient and tranquil atmosphere. Amidst the swirling mist, one could occasionally see faint blue ghostly fires drifting by, which were lost souls searching for their own path.
Amidst the entanglement of dreams, Lin Xiaoxiao shuttled between one story and another, her steps light as if she could feel every subtle breath in this illusory world. The dream world was filled with a hazy radiance, making everything appear both real and unreal.
Around, the souls are either still or moving, each one a story left unfinished. Some souls seem frozen in the river of time, sitting quietly on giant stones, their eyes fixed on the distant horizon, as if awaiting something or mourning the passing of time. Some softly whisper beneath ancient trees, lost in thought, their faint words filling Lin Xiaoxiao with a deep sense of sorrow and loneliness. And others wander hesitantly under the eaves of the palace, as if searching for their past lives and memories in this slumbering world.
Lin Xiaoxiao's steps lead her to an ancient and solemn spirit tablet viewing platform. The air here is heavy with the weight of time and the reverence of souls. On the spirit tablet viewing platform, a senior Judge sits in a black robe, his presence symbolizing order and justice. His eyes are deep, as if able to see through the essence of every soul, and he flips through the heavy book of life and death, as if with each page turned, a soul's fate is judged.
Lin Xiaoxiao took a step forward, bravely raising her head to look at the Judge. Her heart was filled with curiosity and eagerness: "Can you tell me the stories of these souls? Their past and future."
The Judge looked at her, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, followed by a deep understanding. His voice was deep and charming, resonating in the quiet space: "Every soul has its own story. Their past is like the words on this book of life and death, recording joy and sorrow, love and hate, justice and evil. As for their future, it is up to them to write."
Lin Xiaoxiao listens, and every tremor in her heart turns into a profound insight into this mysterious world.
Lin Xiaoxiao steps forward, Judge raises his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of mist in the dream, staring directly at her soul. "Are you an artist from the human world?" His voice is deep and powerful, as if capable of judging all truth and falsehood.
"Yes, I came here in my dream," Lin Xiaoxiao replied, her voice unusually clear in this Underworld world.
The Judge nodded, seemingly unsurprised by her appearance. "The Underworld and the human world are not completely separate; dreams are a door connecting the two realms. Your brush has depicted the Underworld, so your soul can come here in dreams."
In her dream, Lin Xiaoxiao felt an unprecedented sense of shock. She realized that she was not only creating art, but also engaging in some kind of mysterious communication with this wonderful world. She looked around and everything here was richer and more three-dimensional than her depictions on paper.
Just then, a haunting melody echoed through the air, guiding her towards a dark corner. There, a soul manager stood quietly in a simple robe, holding a long sword, his eyes shimmering with curiosity and longing for the human world.
Lin Xiaoxiao approached him and saw strange runes inscribed on the sword, which shimmered with a faint light. The manager's gaze fell upon her, as if seeking to understand more about the human world through her.
"Can your sword reflect the true soul?" Lin Xiaoxiao asked, her curiosity driving her to want to know more.
The manager nodded, and the tip of the sword gently touched her forehead, a warm and wise power flowing into her soul. In that instant, she seemed to see the story behind every soul, feeling their joy and sorrow, their love and hate.
In her dream, Lin Xiaoxiao experienced an unprecedented feeling, and she understood the depth and complexity of the Underworld. When she woke up again, she would carry this understanding and insight, continuing to create more miracles on her canvas.
As the morning light shone softly through the window onto her untidy desk and the open diary, Lin Xiaoxiao woke up. There was a moment of confusion in her eyes, but soon, a determined smile appeared on her face. On this new day, she would continue to use her brush to bring the Underworld from her dreams into reality, vividly portraying it in her artwork.
Comment 0 Comment Count