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墨書 Inktalez
This indescribable feeling,
It's just terrible...
Even though I didn't get any useful information from Ina, I'm still stuck here, just with one more person than before.
Why did it happen like this, I still don't understand. I think the day I opened the door was definitely not a coincidence.
I started to record the time.
Monday, 8 o'clock in the morning.
No good.
Tuesday, 8 o'clock in the morning.
Still.
Wednesday, Thursday...
It's still the same.
I started turning the handle every hour from midnight on Friday until I was too tired to fall asleep at noon.
Still nothing gained.
Tapping my head, trying hard to recall the details of that day...
So frustrated!!!
It was already late at night when I finished dealing with it, so I must have gone out in the late afternoon or evening.
I squinted for a while, readjusted my mindset. I continue to try from two to seven in the afternoon every day. I can't remember how many days have passed. On a certain Wednesday, just like that day, I was standing in front of the door, but I hadn't turned the doorknob.
But faintly felt...
The door,
Has opened.
With a "da" sound, like a bullet being fired.
It's raining.
Raindrops fall heavily on the ground, steam rising. In the distance, a few large buildings are reduced to mere silhouettes, while before you lie several old fields. Is this the world you find yourself in?
Whether it's clear water, white clouds, or a blue sky, they all look no different from the old world.
The old world...
Can it already be called that?
Dragging my feet forward, the windmills in the field are swaying slowly.
Hey, do you still remember the summer we spent together?
The ceiling fan at that time was also swaying like this, slowly turning.
It's really hot....
Pedestrians along the way are all giving me strange looks, farmers, children, even people driving will roll down their car windows halfway.
What's the deal, my hair has gotten so long...
Catching a glimpse of my reflection in the water, I murmured to myself. Suddenly, I recalled the Greek god who fell in love with his own shadow.
Haha...
How ridiculous.
I couldn't help but laugh, but at the same time, I also felt a little sad.
Yes,
Why is that...
Even though I walked out, I couldn't feel any excitement. The scene before me only makes me feel nostalgic.
Ah, it's like a photo with a filter on it.
It's really quiet.
Let's keep moving forward, we finally made it out, let's keep moving forward.
That is a group of buildings, and I don't know if anyone still lives there. A few broken windows gazed at me faintly. Only a few strokes remain on the old sign, looking from a distance like some kind of runic spell.
Nakunaru?
Based on the remaining strokes, I guessed randomly.
It doesn't sound like human language at all.
countryside Ah, I've seen it countless times, that's where I grew up.
It's just that here,
No, it's more like this world, but it feels...
Oh well.
It's you who brought me here, isn't it, Yao Yao?
No matter where, as long as you are there in the world...
I am no longer trapped,
So,
Have I gotten a little closer to you?
On one side, there are waves of brownish-yellow wheat, and on the other side, there is a green grassland. When I turned around, I realized that I had walked to some unknown place.
I'm afraid I can't go back today.
However, I have no plans to start my journey back.
Oh! The sky darkens, and the gray-black wind swirls the fallen leaves into a dance. Large pieces float lightly and fall slowly.
Leaves?
Either yes or no.
Sigh...
Sigh...
It's windy.
One time, I stayed at my mother's house and had a big argument with her for some reason. I left in anger, crying and shouting, and when I opened the door, I saw the dark staircase. Fear overwhelmed my anger. I couldn't help but cry louder, and her anger also escalated.
Huh?
Why am I suddenly thinking of this? The lotus pond!?
I can't believe there's such a place. My heart leaped with joy, unable to contain my happiness. In the pond, there are two waterwheels, one large and one small, which from a distance look like the silhouettes of two straw-hatted figures. It's so delightful, I couldn't help but run on the wooden bridge, the sound of my footsteps echoing, truly comforting. It looks like it's going to rain. If this were a story, it would be time for rain.
But no, the setting sun still leaves a lingering trace in the corner of the sky.
In a daze, the girl turned back with a faint smile, slowly drifting in front of my eyes.
Huh?
Remember?
"What are you doing?"
"I'm dreaming."
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