As their footsteps echoed between the stone walls, a strange light flickered from the front, getting brighter and hotter. This was a kind of light they had never seen before, unique and mysterious, as if it came from another world.
Suddenly, they found themselves in a completely unfamiliar place. They were transported to a completely different world, completely different from the world they knew. The smells, colors, sounds and feelings here are different from the world they are familiar with. They don't even know if this place can still be called "the world."
Mu Yu was instantly overwhelmed by deep loneliness and confusion. He looked around and saw no familiar sights, only strange environments and unknown things. His mind was filled with worry, and he wasn't even sure if he would ever find his way home.
To make matters worse, he discovered that he and Michus Ariel had been separated. They were scattered in two different places by this strange portal.
Mu Yu stood in front of the ruins, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart. This ruin, once a magnificent stone monument, is now a dilapidated wreckage. However, even facing this broken stone tablet, Mu Yu can still feel the vicissitudes and years it has experienced.
He reached out his hand and gently touched the surface of the stone tablet. At this moment, the world around him suddenly trembled. The originally dilapidated stone monument became vivid in an instant, turning into a magnificent hanging garden of ancient Babylon.
This garden is like a vertical oasis, with green leaves covering the walls and various flowers blooming among the layers of greenery. The breeze blew by, carrying a hint of elegant floral fragrance. However, this is not a peaceful world. In the sky, powerful energy surged violently.
At this time, a beautiful goddess appeared in front of Mu Yu. Wearing a long silver dress and a wreath of flowers, she was as beautiful as an elf in the garden. Her name is Inanna, and she is the patron saint of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
The goddess Inanna stared up at the sky, her face filled with worry. A group of ferocious natural disasters are approaching rapidly, which is a threat to the entire world. She must try her best to withstand this unforeseen disaster.
Mu Yu felt a strong vibration, which rang from deep within his heart. He knew that he had been called to this critical moment.
On the last day of ancient Babylon, natural disasters struck as expected. Dark clouds came over the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the originally peaceful desert suddenly turned into a violent wind, with sand and gravel flying up, forming a chaotic world. People screamed, cried, and felt unprecedented helplessness and despair in the face of irresistible natural disasters.
Their goddess, Inanna, whom they once regarded as an all-powerful deity, now stood at the center of the storm. She straightened her body, facing the rolling natural disaster, her eyes full of determination and determination. However, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she prayed, the miracle did not happen. Natural disasters destroyed ancient Babylon mercilessly, and her power seemed so insignificant in the face of this disaster.
People began to doubt and waver. Their faith was shattered in an instant, and they began to hate their goddess. Why couldn't she save them? Why couldn't she withstand this disaster? Their hearts were filled with anger and despair. They watched their cities being destroyed and their beliefs broken.
The original belief instantly turned into the most vicious curse. They cursed the goddess for her incompetence. They cursed the god who once brought them hope. Their hearts grow cold and their world becomes gray. They hated Inanna, and even more hated their own powerlessness and helplessness.
However, in this unforgettable moment, they did not realize that their curse was actually a curse on themselves. Their anger and disappointment are actually anger and disappointment towards themselves. When their faith is shattered, their faith in themselves is actually shattered. Because their belief has always been based on the assumption that their goddess can save them. Now, when that assumption is shattered, their faith ceases to exist.
This is a painful turn of events, an unacceptable reality. However, life must go on. Even if their faith has been shattered, even if their city has been destroyed, they still need to survive, they still need to face the future.
At this moment, they need to rediscover their faith and the meaning of life. Only in this way can they get out of despair and the pain of losing everything. They need to understand that life is never easy, and they need to persevere no matter what difficulties and setbacks they encounter.
Losing faith is not terrible, the terrible thing is giving up hope because of it. Even if their goddess cannot save them, even if their faith is shattered, they cannot lose hope. Because only hope can give them strength and allow them to find a way out of difficulties.
The bloody ocean surges on the earth. It is the curse of the people and the embodiment of their pain and anger in reality. The originally lively land was shrouded in a thick smell of blood, and the ripples on the sea turned into crimson torrents. The waves lapped at the shore angrily, as if speaking for the cursed people.
Inanna, the goddess once worshiped with fervor by her people, is now slowly losing her power under their endless curse. Her body was like a melting snowman, first dissolving into the thick sea of blood, and then slowly disappearing under the scarlet water. Her power and existence gradually weakened in this curse, leaving only her head of black hair, floating helplessly on the sea of blood.
Just as Inanna was gradually being swallowed by darkness, another black-haired goddess stood up in the sea of blood. Her appearance was like a ray of moonlight in the dark night, bringing a sense of tranquility to this cursed land. Her black hair was flowing, her face was solemn and mysterious, and her eyes shone with determination. In the people's pain and anger, she seemed to be the only comfort and their last hope.
The black-haired goddess waved her palm gently, and the waves in the sea of blood gradually subsided. Her lips moved slightly, like a soothing mantra, dissipating the maliciousness of the curse bit by bit. Her voice was like dewdrops falling on the grass blades in the morning sun. Although it was faint, it was full of power. She is like a goddess forged by the suffering of the people, like a solid bronze sword that cannot be bent by any evil force.
The black-haired goddess stood erect in the sea of blood. Her existence seemed to be a poem, singing the pain and hope of the people. Her appearance gave Inanna new strength and new hope to this cursed land. Her black hair was flying, her figure was strong, and her eyes were shining with firm light, like the rising sun, lighting up the road ahead.
A warm light gathered in the hands of the black-haired goddess, like the rising sun illuminating the sea of blood. That light is full of healing power, which heals the pain of the people and resists the erosion of the curse.
