She still roams the universe.
It was not a vast, weightless void. In the unfathomable depths of the universe, a certain point seems to have infinite suction, constantly pulling her towards itself. She looked through the thin streams of dust and particles that filled the nebula, witnessing the devastating electromagnetic radiation that illuminated the entire galaxy when a supernova exploded.
—Behold, Prentice. someone said to her. The world is so big, but we are so small.
She is still approaching that unknown end.
More stars shined in the void. They were like living eyes, staring at her with emotion. The ribbon nebula with blue-violet light is a long series of gentle mother-like gazes, following her in the rotation; the orange-yellow super star is being swallowed by the nearby black hole, and the hot matter thrown out by the tidal disintegration is like anger. tears; the comets flashed smartly and lively, and they were heading to the end with her.
- We can stay there together. The beautiful, gentle voice spoke to her. Eternal life form. Eternal wandering.
She felt that she had become very small, very light, like a golden comet, dragging its long gaseous tail brilliantly and flashing through the void. She knew she was a special comet, a messenger of destiny. As she galloped by, all the beings who saw her on the ground were alerted. She represents rebirth, death, creation, destruction, revolution, war, love, betrayal, loss...
—It's all the same, Prenci. the voice said with a laugh. How confused you are.
She couldn't help but curl up, like a baby attached to the company of that voice. It was her only comfort and guidance in this endless journey.
But, she asked a little confused, who are you?
——Shh. Listen.
A melody echoed in the void. The filaments of sound gather into whirlpools, an endless tapestry of celestial music. The rotation of every celestial body is in it, a subtle harmony as fine as a hair. They are the giant hills of life and the dust of the world. The eternal cycle of life and death, the stars from hot to freezing.
Her form swirls and dilutes in the tapestry of sound.
Yes. She will join in this grand performance. This is a fated promise. She will continue to fly to the deepest starting point, transform into eternal form, and then start over again.
A hint of trill. A sharp, straight breath. She heard a wisp of such discordant noise pouring into the eternal song of the universe. The voice seemed to be chasing her from behind, faster than the light of the stars.
That made her confused and hesitant. There shouldn't be any errors in the perfect heavenly song. However, the noise was real, and she even felt that it had a tangible but invisible shape - two long belts, or wings, passing from both sides behind her, extending, and then closing in front of her far away, Form a closed, seamless loop.
It blocked her path. The trembling breath sound kept getting higher and higher, like the long whistling of some kind of flute. In that voice, her body became dignified and muddy again. She lost the end point that attracted her in the depths of the void. She called out to the voice that accompanied her, but even that was cut off.
what do you? she asked the invisible ring.
The ring deforms in the sound of the flute, becoming thinner and wider. It seems to break down into more complex shapes, which are endlessly colliding with each other. During the impact, she once again heard countless melodies, but they were not even remotely similar to the songs of the celestial bodies.
It was a smaller scene that she hadn't noticed before, but now everything was clearly audible. The edge of the mountain slowly eroded in the melting snow and flowing water. That was the first sound she recognized; then the dew condensed and evaporated, turning into mist in the subtle changes of light; the leaves grew and fell; the fish jumped out of the waves. Fins swing; a mantis pierces a cicada's wing; sparks burst from the shadow of a candle.
The universe receded before her eyes. She felt herself being pulled by a force in the opposite direction, returning as quickly as she came. The broad flute tune was still dancing wildly before her eyes. The boundary between sound and sight disappears. In the overlapping waves of sound, she vaguely saw a flickering color ball oozing with terrifying fire. An expressionless face with dark eyes. It was almost featureless, but for some reason, she gradually felt that it was the face of a young man.
She reached out to catch it, then pulled back in pain. Not hands. Her legs were in excruciating pain. She didn't know when she had a mutilated body again.
The colors in the fantasy faded faster than the sounds. Before all the loudest or smallest sounds disappeared, Yaleriga first regained her sight. The sky filled with blue light surprised her. Of course she didn't forget where she was, but she didn't know how she survived.
That doubt didn't last long. When Yaleriga lowered her head to examine her legs, the answer lay there. She saw Jing Huang standing beside her legs, staring down at the snow-white bush with twisted metal wires.
He reached for it like a handful of snow. The metal wire melted loosely in his palm, revealing some red and white pieces. Yaleriga thought it was her flesh and bones, but it is difficult to recycle them now.
The wind is trembling. Yaleriga first judged it this way. But she soon discovered that the source of the sound did not come from the surrounding area, but from Jing Huang. The reinforcement who grabbed the metal wire with his bare hands, although it seemed to her that he had not suffered any damage, was still breathing heavily with his head lowered, like an oxygen-loving creature in a state of hyperbreathing. His palm shook, and pieces of bone and flesh slipped from the edge. His eyes were still focused on the trail of blood that remained when it slipped.
At this time, Yaleriga felt a strange uneasiness, but she was sure that Jing Huang was still in good enough condition to defend himself. She immediately turned around to look for the fatal killer, but only found a cliff in front of her. There are deep ravines and collapsed silt valleys everywhere. She was lying on the only small piece of high ground left, and Qiaoqiao Tianyi was curled up not far from her, enveloped by a colorful bubble.
She blinked. cliff. She was never wrong, and it had nothing to do with blood loss or serious injuries. At this time, her protective suit and mask had been taken off, and she directly asked the only conscious person.
"How is it?" she asked. "Is it still down there?"
Jing Huang didn't answer. He was still panting like a physical being, his arms hanging weightlessly. A small jade bottle slipped out from his sleeve. He held it in his hand and looked at Yaleriga uncertainly.
Yaleriga looked at the bottle and then at him. In that moment of dead silence, she wasn't sure if the contents of the bottle were good for her.
"My leg can be transplanted," she said. "Make a copy first and then reattach it surgically. It's not as difficult as yours."
They stared at each other for a while, until Qiaoqiao Tianyi let out a small moan. Jing Huang shook his sleeves, and the jade bottle disappeared again. He silently came up to help Yaleriga.
"It's gone," he said after she managed to stand up.
Yaleriga took a look at his expression. It didn't look like he was defeated - in fact, she had never seen Jing Huang's expression of defeat. She quickly reviewed everything that had happened before in her mind, the strange cosmic eyes of the cat-man killer, and the scales that reflected its eyes. A carefully crafted killing combination.
"Its eyes are magical," she said, then asked, "Have you seen them?"
Jing Huang nodded. He still said nothing about the confrontation between himself and the killer, as if they had simply met each other. But Yaleriga still couldn't imagine how the sand cliff she landed on was formed. When Jing Huang used a red cloud to take them high into the sky, she discovered that many places at the bottom of the sand valley even showed glassy reflections.
"It will come again," Yaleriga said as they rose high into the sky, "if you don't seriously injure it."
"It's coming." Jing Huang said with his back to her.
Yalerga propped herself up on the cloud and carefully observed Jing Huang's back. She found that Jing Huang's right hand was resting in front of her, fiddling with something behind her back. She immediately thought of the jade bottle.
They returned to the Silence in silence. Jing Huang walked in the front and did not forget to use a colored bubble to help Yaleriga walk, but Yaleriga refused. As soon as she got on board, she bandaged the fracture and got herself a walking stick. Jing Huang sat in the corner waiting for her to finish all this, and Qiaoqiao Tianyi also regained consciousness at this moment. She flapped her wings painfully, as if she still hadn't regained her balance from her fall from the universe.
"My head!" she moaned, "I hate the invisible part of the ship!"
Yaleriga comforted her and checked her skull for damage. This magical Sky-Horned One seemed to be more susceptible to the influence of those magic eyes than Yaleriga, and he still walked unsteadily. Yaleriga helped her into her room, intending to give her some time to take care of her. After she let Qiaoqiao Tianyi lie down on the carpet, she realized that Jing Huang had also followed in, standing by the door like a ghost.
She felt that he seemed to want to say something, so she sat there and waited. As expected, Jing Huang walked up and slipped out a small shining object from his sleeve. It slipped along Jing Huang's hand and fell beside Yaleriga's leg.
It was not the jade bottle she had imagined, but a slender and delicate metal chain. Yaleriga recognized it because it was exactly the one they bought in the White Tower Shop - but now it looked a little different. She found that the chain had been altered, and the vine leaves that were the main decoration had all melted away. Hanging all over the chain was a fine silver sculpture of a five-petal flower, small and delicate, with each flower edge decorated with rubies. of dust. This change will undoubtedly take a lot of effort.
Yaleriga hooked up the chain with her fingers. The chain jingled during the process - there is a small bell tongue hidden under each flower carving, which is another time-consuming process. She blinked.
“As a gift,” she said, “it’s such a unique moment.”
She planned to take a breather - first sort out her emotions, recover from the horror of escaping from death and Jing Huang's abnormality, and then carefully examine how she felt about this gift and why it was given. Own. But before that, Jing Huang retreated towards the door.
"Goodbye," he said.
Yaleriga failed to react immediately. She was surprised that the word Jing Huang used was too polite and sound. Then she realized that this was not a good sign, so she pushed up her legs and rushed over. Jing Huang watched her approach until a bubble covering the entire room separated them. Yaleriga stood inside the door, watching Jing Huang outside the bubble disappear at the end of the corridor.
Qiaoqiao Tianyi let out a desperate groan.
"Jesus, Bubbles!" she said, lying on the carpet. "Again!"
