soul watcher

People often say that life is like a play, and play is like life.

From the present point of view, this sentence is really true.Everything he has experienced for a long time is like a dream and a scene.When he fell asleep in a good dream, his life came to an abrupt end, replaced by a nightmare that he couldn't shake off and couldn't wake up from.

He doesn't have much memory of what happened before his death.

Perhaps it was because the time in Eternal Night City was too long, or maybe the life he experienced was too short and monotonous. When he lost everything, it was difficult to find what he had experienced in the past.

When he left, there was a continuous drizzle in the sky, and there was a lot of noise. He ran quickly in the misty rain and fog, and ran towards home with all his heart.He didn't notice that the rain he stepped on didn't splash ripples, but the coolness on his face didn't touch any water. The alley that should have been taken with ease seemed extraordinarily long, zigzagging towards the bottomless pitch blackness in the distance .

The long alley is empty and quiet.The huge darkness quietly swallowed his solitary figure, and he just ran blindly without realizing it.

When he walked for a relatively long enough period of time, the surrounding light sources had dissipated as he gradually deepened, and the overwhelming darkness spread like a tide.

"You can't go back."

"You are already dead."

Two gloomy voices suddenly exploded beside my ears.

The treacherous and different tone of voice dragged the long and flickering sound, but it was equally creepy.

The galloping young man finally stopped, and stood there dazed and helpless.

Faint light spots suddenly floated in front of him, more and more faint lights, and his surroundings were illuminated brighter and brighter, and the erratic light seemed to be guiding him, forming a cursor.

Ning Yuan felt that his heart seemed to be beating violently, and the blood all over his body was almost rushing to the top of his head.His brain was still hesitating, but his legs had already moved unconsciously against his master's will.Those lights were too bright, and he needed them so badly.

He is dead.

He walked step by step, desperately throwing himself in the direction of hell, which is carefully decorated with seductive skins—like moths to a flame.

He can't go back.

The author has something to say: QAQ was not finished and I put it up in a hurry.I'm writing the next one tomorrow