【Shine】The river that walks with snakes

The city built on the edge of the desert relies on the rails to continue its life. The huge rail lines across the country hit the wilderness like black stitches and scars. Gilgamesh stepped on the rails and looked forward. The familiar terrain Undulating like a fox's spine, the endless wild land is connected with flat rails to heaven.

He is very familiar with it, because this is the railroad track that he returned to his hometown.

In the past three years, he left Uruk and embarked on his aimless travels. Intuition and interest guided him into any corner of the desert, but Uruk was obviously excluded by him. With the thunderbolt of avoiding his hometown, no matter how he changes his direction and makes a choice, he will never embark on this road back to his hometown.

"Why? Don't you like your hometown?"

"Will the man whose birthplace is a river remind me to love my homeland?"

Gilgamesh jumped down from the railroad tracks. The clear summer night sky made the bonfire they burn tonight not need to be too hot. He was as low as a crouching red beast.

"People have attachments to meaningful places and things that once existed."

Enkidu poked the fire and emphasized that he was lying on the edge of the small bonfire, flipping through the cheesy novels that Gilgamesh bought from a passing merchant a few days ago. A strange mix of inhabitants and gypsies.

"Naming a beast Humbaba doesn't seem like a normal expression of attachment."

Gilgamesh once again violently brought up the topic of a few days ago. He found that Enkidu had complicated feelings for this creature that was subconsciously thrown to death because it bit him, so that he would Time to close the book to look up a reminder:

"She didn't mean to."

"So neither am I."

"That's different, but I'm not sorry for her death."

"why?"

"Because it was you who killed her."

Enkidu quickly finished his conclusion, and then reopened the closed book. Gilgamesh sat down as if he knew the answer at the beginning. The tall starry sky and the clear summer Milky Way that have not yet risen appear bit by bit brighter.

Since the dead beast was born as a topic between their conversations, the sentence pattern of communication has been fixedly ended in a link that can make Gilgamesh happy but not overly spoiled, after that The quiet night here would lull them to sleep as slowly as the nights spent before.However, tonight seems to be different. The open book is open on the wilderness, and where Enkidu sits is still the same as usual, only empty land can be seen, but the dazzling starlight and the familiar call of his hometown behind him make Gilgamesh seem like Dropped into a tub of softened pudding.

He looked at the invisible Enkidu, and then suddenly stretched out his palm and placed it on Enkidu's open book.

"Then why are you not sad because I killed Humbaba?"

It was a question so clichéd and tortured that Gilgamesh hardly believed it himself when it jumped out from between his lips, and for a moment there was an odd emotion that made his lips twitch. However, he couldn't withdraw his wings of speech, so he could only beg this foolish friend to say something casually to end this annoying drama quickly.

But Enkidu never ends their conversation quickly, or casually.

"Because my attachment to you far outweighs my grief over Humbaba's death."

The enchanting poem is like the thread of the stars, whose light flickers like fire when Enkidu whispers, and in this flicker Gilgamesh is enveloped by a strange power that once exploded in his life After a short moment, it was a moment of birth and death as fast as a dream, he stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed Enkidu's shoulder, which was invisible in front of him, he was afraid that this moment would be like it appeared for the first time. The time was so short, so he held on tightly, hoping that he would not leave.

Fortunately, this touched power does not seem to be as cold as when it first appeared. It finally stayed in the world, like a star falling from the sky to the ground.

"Enkidu, answer me, do you have golden eyes?"

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The morning of Uruk begins with the burning huge sun disc on the great plain. It slowly rises to the sky with the trembling wind and sand from the other side of the plain. The sun shining on everything is dry and dusty.

It was a weekend, and the excessively dry and hot summer made the whole town fall into a deathly silence. The shops along the street were only half-opened, and behind the tall town buildings were dark bars that gave out alcoholic laughter during the day.

On such a day, Gilgamesh returned to his small kingdom, his dead hometown, with the cloth covered and the angle of the rising sun, the sun shone red at the corners of his eyes, and severely burned his exposed skin— —He knew that in such weather no one would cause a commotion by his sudden return home.

Like a lonely visitor from a foreign country, he tied his horse in the stable beside the market. The wind and sand and the smell of red onions in the air let him know that this place was indeed his hometown.The place was just as he'd expected it to be, quiet without any distortion of anxiety.

He dismounted and threw the heavy luggage aside, and then reached out to catch another thing that slipped from the horse's back. It was a huge package wrapped in heavy fabric, and it leaked from the gaps in the fibers like translucent amber glass. matter, shone with wonderful light.

Gilgamesh grabbed Enkidu's shoulders. He appeared more clearly than a few hours ago. Under the sun, his half-transparent body already showed a slender and strong man's curves. He was even stronger than any time Gilgamesh Any random imagination must appear perfect, even he has soft long hair that no one in the world can grow easily, and they are still a cloud of smoke that cannot be seen clearly three miles away, but here they are already Beginning to take on a bright golden-green color.

"Wake up, Enkidu."

He called this strange figure to wake up slowly from deep sleep. Enkidu's golden eyes were very clear in a strange structure. Look at the palms of your own hands, and the translucent toes on the dry grass on the ground.

"Is the new baby going to think the same way I do now?"

"Those low-minded and stupid things don't have such wonderful associations as you."

Gilgamesh took his hand and quickly walked out of the unbearable stables. The air in Uruk exuded a dry, split-like heat. They walked along the closed side of the market, and at the corner was a family. A restaurant that sells red onion sauce.

"What does it taste like?"

"The smell of bastard stuffing, I will not allow you to eat this thing."

Gilgamesh glanced at the signboard and the tallest building in the distance in disgust. Since the conversation last night, Enkidu has been showing his body because he kept approaching Uruk. This clue, like a decoy, made them Having to head towards Uruk is one of the few paths in Gilgamesh's life that was chosen because of other people, and in his wise brain that is good at avoiding danger, this extremely complicated return The road to the countryside is a one-way road to hell, playing a doom-like warning on his familiar nerves of premonition.

All the unreasonable things are admonishing him, telling him——

This is not the right choice, this is the beginning of tragedy, this is a terrible way forward.

But Enkidu's golden eyes burned like everything and pushed away any obstacles. He had left himself to find his way in previous trips, and this time he was rarely willing to give him the reins for fun or otherwise. Any companion, entrust him with the call from fate for a long journey.

They turned and passed the red onion sign, and Enkidu seemed to be interested in red onion sauce. There was a straight road leading to the square, through which every corner of Uruk could be reached. As the former ruler, Gil Gamesh is as familiar with this place as his mother's womb, but the hometown he thought he was familiar with didn't have such kindness to let him, the returnee who turned his back, go.

Almost as soon as he turned the red signboard, Gilgamesh felt the huge pressure and fear sloping down. It was not an external force, not a threat from any trash waiting to steal his treasure.

But a harbinger of carnage from fate.

In Uruk, on the weekend square, women wore gray skirts and men wore dark coats. They crowded shoulder to shoulder and occupied all places where they could see the high platform. The smell of red onions penetrated the entire execution ground.

Gilgamesh looked over, and there was a man who had just died hanging from the bright pole burned by the sun. His feet only trembled a couple of times before falling down as if torn apart. Shaking crunching sound.

The huge crowd cheered death.

For the first time Enkidu's skin took on the color of flesh and blood.