Agnes didn't know how long she stood there. She watched the seeds that once appeared in her hands, those that had lost their owners, falling little by little, and finally sank into the gray-black ocean, while those that still had owners gathered together. She entered the countless dots of various colors spread out densely in front of her eyes, hidden under the light of dots of different colors.
If she uses a nicer rhetoric to describe it, what is displayed in front of her eyes is like stars of various colors, constantly emitting their own light to the surroundings, and then gradually revealed in her eyes, the colors are different, either illusory or real. flowers; if we use some less comfortable metaphors, of course, to a certain extent, this description may be more appropriate. Those small dots are like large patches of moss growing in the corners, and they are like covered with water. A beautiful pond or lake.
Agnes felt that what she saw was too spectacular. The fluctuations emitted by extremely small creatures merged together and finally appeared extremely grand. Almost at the first moment, she felt that she had to distinguish these small creatures one by one. Who exactly the points belong to is an unfinished business.
And there was something that attracted her attention even more. They were wisps of black threads entwined with gray-black mist rising upwards from the gray-black ocean, with inexplicable fluctuations, and accurately falling into the small dots of different colors.
These small dots look different from the surrounding dots. In Agnes's eyes, they look real and psychedelic, and they are closer to the gray-black ocean. Vague dark lines flow on their surfaces, and many of them have wisps of gray-black mist emanating from them, flowing along the lines scattered on them.
They were members of the Remaining Sin Order and the Pagani family. Agnes understood their identities almost instantly, and of course there were other people who had obtained and used the beacon.
They were irreversibly approaching the gray-black ocean.
One day they will become one with this gray-black ocean.
Agnes suddenly remembered the history of the Pagani family that Trevor Pagani told her, and the words he said with extreme indifference——
"They discovered that the essence of the power they received from Him came from His covert contamination of members of the Pagani family."
And that sentence with a certain sense of irony——
"After the transformation is nearly completed, it will be like a different person, with a sudden change in personality. Some people will even gradually transform into monsters, as if they have lost control."
"Maybe this is the root cause," Agnes subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold a light spot that was almost falling into the gray-black ocean, but she only saw the gray-black mist pouring more violently into the light spot. The light spots bloomed into flowers with blood-red colors, and almost completely fell into the gray-black ocean in an attitude of no hesitation, "And once I started, there was no way to reverse it."
The light spot that fell into the gray-black ocean slowly drifted into her hand, and a skinny man with sunken eye sockets and a face as pale as paper flashed in front of Agnes's eyes.
The man laughed crazily as he looked at the person in front of him who fell to the ground with him, and almost more blood than his body could hold surged out of his chest and belly.
He struggled to get up, not caring that his wrinkled intestines were mixed with blood and flowed out until they flowed to the ground that was muddy with blood.
"Thanks you......"
"Thanks you......"
"Praise be to you...sunless sea..."
The man's voice gradually became weaker, his movements gradually became still, and his eyes turned to the edge of the forest that was almost only gray and white.
Agnes saw gray-black mist escaping from all the open places on the man's body. The bright red blood flowing out of his body quickly became filthy and rancid, and traces of transformation appeared in almost every part of the man's body. His incomplete skin looked like a moth peeling off its own chrysalis, falling off and annihilating, revealing a bright red interior that was constantly being dyed and melted, and this bright red interior was also constantly melting under the gray-black mist, and finally only what remained A constantly changing gray-black mist.
Agnes subconsciously clenched the light spot in her hand. The gray-black mist she saw in front of her eyes disappeared inexplicably. The figure of a skinny man with sunken eye sockets and a face as pale as paper emerged from the light spot little by little. He opened his eyes and bowed slowly to Agnes, and then the gray-black mist washed away all the colors on his figure little by little.
Agnes let go of her hand, and the figure dissipated little by little as the light slipped from her hand, and finally disappeared into the deep darkness, leaving behind a red star as red as blood in front of her eyes. seeds of color.
"A longing for sacrifice that is gone,"
"He expected that those who were chosen to go through fire and water would sip the red dew on his chest, and that those who accompanied him would see death behind him and life in front of him, and the pale and cold anger would rise from sun to sun. It burns until the transparent crown steps on the golden and red carpet."
Agnes looked around her. In the endless gray and black, seeds of various colors surrounded her. In the farther and deeper space, the lightless darkness completely swallowed up everything she could see. everything.
...
"Spencer..." the man's deep voice sounded in the room, "He returned... He fell into Him."
There was silence in the room, with only a little breathing in response.
"He has His gaze." The man's deep voice continued, with a complicated meaning.
"This is His season of activity," another voice stated calmly, "He looks at almost everything in that moment, and that's what we all feel."
"Spencer is lucky." The man was silent for a long time and then said slowly.
"Mr. Milo Madeleine, whom Dreiser brought from Miss Boethia, is still observing Backlund." The man seemed to feel that he should not start the previous topic, so he said instead.
"Dreiser wrote before that Milo Madeleine seems different from other children of the same age," another voice said with interest. "According to Dreiser's observation, he almost has traces of establishing his own desires. ."
"Yes," the man agreed, and added with some hesitation, "But he is a born secret man."
"But this is what He has chosen, isn't it?" Another voice sounded almost unconcerned, "No matter who we are or what kind of people we are, we will eventually fall into His arms and become a part of Him until He lets us We’re climbing again.”
"At that time, the sparks of joy will be ignited again, and the seeds of restlessness will take root and sprout again..."
