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Chaotic Dance, God's Transformation
墨書 Inktalez
At the summit of Mount Olympus, surrounded by stars and illuminated by moonlight cascading down, every stone and pillar of this palace is bathed in light. The palace, constructed of eternal white marble, has been refined by the passage of time, exuding even greater solemnity. Its towering portico is adorned with carvings depicting the deeds of the gods, as if ancient myths are flowing through the stone. These sculptures are not just works of art; they seem to be imbued with life, each with a different expression, emitting a mysterious glow.
Entering the banquet hall, the spacious area is dominated by enormous golden candelabras, each candle burning like a small sun, warm and bright. The ceiling is adorned with murals painted by the finest artists among the gods, depicting the creation of the heavens and earth, heroic feats, and the love and sacrifice of mythology. These paintings are so vivid that one cannot help but gaze, as if the figures in the next moment will leap from the canvas and join in the revelry of the banquet.
The dining table stretches for hundreds of feet, covered with a brocade tablecloth embellished with golden threads, smooth and shiny, with a delicate touch. The silver tableware is neatly arranged, each piece a masterpiece of exquisite craftsmanship. At the banquet, the dishes are unbelievably sumptuous, including the incredibly fresh and delicious pearl lobsters from the depths of the sea, a stew made from phoenix eggs emitting a magical luster, and desserts made from rare fruits from the heavens, with a sweetness capable of making mortals forget about the mundane world. Not only do these foods taste exquisite, but each dish is also a work of art, with vibrant colors and breathtaking beauty.
The drinks are equally exquisite, including wine drawn from spring water purified by the starlight of the night, clear and fragrant, and nectar made from the sacred fruits of the heavenly tree, which, with just one sip, can purify and elevate the soul. The deities raise their glasses, exchanging toasts, and their laughter and songs intertwine into melodious hymns, celebrating the harmony and order of the universe.
At this moment, Odin, Shiva, Zeus, and the Jade Emperor are seated at the main table. They are not only the leaders of the divine realm, but also the soul of this banquet. Their conversations are rich, ranging from the birth of the universe to the future of the gods; from the secrets of distant galaxies to the tiny life on Earth. Their words are filled with wisdom and insight, each seemingly containing the laws of the universe.
As the night deepens, the sound of the banquet gradually rises, like a grand symphony, with each deity's arrival adding a unique note to this movement. From distant star systems to this ancient Olympus, the gods cross the boundaries of time and space, gathering here to exchange millennia of wisdom and history.
The Nordic warriors - Thor, Tyr, and Heimdall - their existence is like a storm in the north, magnificent and powerful. Thor's golden hair shines like woven gold in the candlelight, and his solid arms are adorned with a blue lightning tattoo, as if ready to summon thunder at any moment. He wields the hammer of the thunder god, a weapon that symbolizes not only strength but also embodies his unwavering belief. A naive smile always hangs on his face, a sign of his ease after deeply understanding power and responsibility.
Tyr, the war god known for his justice and honor, although he lost a hand, this loss has become a testament to his resilience and bravery. His figure is upright, and his robe is embroidered with ancient runes, each line highlighting his authority and sacred mission. Tyr's gaze is deep, as if able to see through the world's falsehood and truth.
Heimdall is the most mysterious of the three. He is responsible for guarding the Rainbow Bridge, which connects the mortal world and the realm of the gods. His eyes can see the past and the future, and his ears can hear the growth of plants and the rustling of falling leaves. His face always carries a transcendent tranquility, as if he has already transcended all the disturbances of the world.
In the corner of the banquet, these three deities gather together, raising their cups to drink. The liquid in the cups shimmers with a golden light, and the aroma is intoxicating. They chat merrily about heroic deeds and past battles.
Tyr raises a toast to Thor, " Thor, your courage and strength are an example to all the gods."
Thor laughs heartily and responds, " Tyr, it is your courage and sacrifice that have taught us to remain strong even in the face of great loss."
Heimdall nodded gently, his voice deep and powerful: "Both of you are the pride of our northern lands."
As the atmosphere reached its peak, Tyr's gaze swept back and forth in the banquet, as if searching for something. A hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes, and he quietly asked Thor, "Where is Loki?" This question seemed to be like a heavy stone thrown into a cheerful river, causing a subtle ripple. Thor's smile froze slightly in that moment. The god known for his cunning and trickery always attracted special attention at such grand banquets—after all, Loki's name was always associated with unexpected events.
Thor's expression changed slightly in response to Tyr's question. He set down his glass and his smile seemed to hide a hint of nervousness. " Loki... that little rascal's mind is always unpredictable, but he always has his own plans," Thor spoke in a low voice, his eyes scanning the banquet hall. "Perhaps he is just waiting for the right moment to make an entrance."
Heimdall added softly, "However, no matter what Loki plans, he always manages to bring unexpected surprises to the banquet." A slight smile appeared at the corner of Heimdall's mouth, as if he was looking forward to what was about to happen.
In the conversation among the three deities, there is a sense of uncertainty towards Loki and an anticipation of the unknown. They continue to drink and laugh, but deep down they all know that Loki's absence may signal an unusual climax to the banquet.
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