【Shine】One Thousand and One Nights

--Sixth Night--

Enkidu fled into the bedroom almost in a panic, the deep moon bow spread the cold moonlight all over the floor tiles, the night breeze was cool and light, but what he felt was that his blood seemed to be boiling hot, his heart was beating so hard that it almost broke free from his chest, he I can't see anything, I can't hear anything, I can only recall Gilgamesh's face over and over again as if obsessed.

That man's eyes are like shining rubies, just being stared at by him, the internal organs will tighten, and the mind will be overwhelmed by a huge suffocation.

Why is it so painful?

Enkidu clenched his chest tightly, bowed his body and couldn't breathe.

What is this emotion that haunts the heart?The more I want to see him, the more pain I feel in my chest - but if I don't think about him, the pain is even worse.

Big drops of cold sweat rolled down, Enkidu's face was pale, and his body seemed to be divided into two parts.A part of him is half kneeling in the cold hall, dying of pain, while another part of him is chasing and having fun with someone in the sunny grass.

He seemed to be drowning again.

The dark sea swept in, without light, and he was dragged into the depths, unknown to anyone.

"How many more nights do you need?"

--forever.

In this way, he could not leave, and was trapped in the city of the undead together with Enkidu, where the sun rose and set, and the time changed, and they met every night.

Like a young and tender green shoot tremblingly breaking out of the deep mud, Enkidu sensed some strange emotion, which he had clearly never experienced before, but which was extremely familiar, as if he had once hugged Such a mood fell into a dream and never woke up again.

He closed his eyes, as if he heard the sound of his heart tearing.

On this day, the sun did not rise in Uruk.

When people wake up from their dreams one after another, they prepare to go to the fields according to their biological clocks. After waiting for a long time, they are shocked to find that the world is still dark.The cold and piercing wind blew, the leaves fell and withered, leaving bare branches, and the cattle and sheep blew uneasily.They lit the torches, and the flames flickered like ghosts. The fear spread and expanded, and the whole city was shrouded in silence.

"En is angry," they whispered in the dark, with creepy gloom, "for the first time in a hundred years...the sun will not rise, Uruk will be ruled by the god of darkness, the forest will be desolate, and the livestock will be timid." Yu Qingdong, why, why, is En angry?"

Hundreds of thousands of voices were murmuring, all asking "why".

Hiding in the crowd, Xi Lai shivered slightly.

She must ask the poet, Cilay thought, she must see the poet, the poet must know why Eun made the sun disappear.

She quietly avoided the terrifying crowd and ran to the palace.

There were many lights and shadows in the palace, and Enkidu sat on the floor tiles in the center of the hall, his eyes downcast.

A throne hung high, a seat he almost never sat on, but he didn't know who it was reserved for.

Yimu led the female officers in two rows, bowed silently, and the faint candlelight shone on their faces, showing a trace of numbness and stiffness.His kingdom, his people, were overthrown by darkness, so deep and silent, like the black depths of the sea.

but--

Gilgamesh strode in.

- The sun is approaching.

Enkidu's hair moved slightly.

His blond hair reflected the scorching light from the gloomy candle, his expression was arrogant, and his body was tall and straight, as if there was a light following him to meet him.The darkness was blocked around him, and he reluctantly lingered and retreated.

"The sun still hasn't risen, and although the moon has disappeared, it can barely be regarded as a continuation of the night." Gilgamesh sat down politely, "I'm almost tired of telling stories, how about we talk about it today? "

Enqi didn't even look at him, "You don't ask me why the night is so long?"

"Then there's nothing to ask!" Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "Of course it's because you were shaken, you didn't shake because of a flower or a gust of wind, but because of me—such an obvious thing, It couldn't have been a more logical development."

Ahh, sure enough, like a scorching light, one can't help but want to get closer.

Enkidu clenched his fingers, almost suffocating in pain.

"Then please allow me to ask questions." Enkidu said.

"You said."

"Are the stories you told true?"

"Maybe, maybe it's true." He raised his lips with a half-smile, and his arrogance faded a little.

"...are you looking for someone?"

"Ah, that's right."

"Are you sure I'm the one you're looking for?"

"of course."

Enkidu frowned and looked at him deeply.

"How do you know that you actually found the person and not that you're in the story right now?"

The smile disappeared from Gilgamesh's face.

"Speak clearly, Enkidu." He ordered through gritted teeth.

"The stories you told are all true—you are someone who doesn't make up stories, and that would be a self-deprecation for you—thus, those stories are what you went through in order to find that person, Is that so?" whispered Enkidu, "how can you be sure, my Uruk, that it's not another story?"

After you find the person in your heart, you can have a funny story, an unreal world.

"Please leave."

Enkidu said calmly.

"The troubadours are supposed to travel through countless countries, and the magnificent poems are sung in their mouths—this is an immortal city, where there is only solidification, but no new life. This is not a place for you to stay."

"I..." His throat choked for a moment, and he quickly turned his face away, "I can't see you again, troubadour."

Before Gilgamesh could get angry, the sky began to shake, and the darkness fell down. The candle flame was blown out by the bitingly cold wind, leaving only one candle lingering on, and the shadow became thicker and thicker.

"You made En sad." Im swayed forward stiffly, and whispered lifelessly, "You made him sad."

The darkness eroded from the outside, and Enkidu and Canzhu were submerged in an instant. The figures of Im and the female officials were stretched and distorted, and the facial features gradually blurred, like evil spirits wandering in hell.

They repeated in a low voice, circling incessantly.

"You make Eun sad" "Obviously we trust you so much" "The sun goes down" "He is so sad" "Our grace" "Unbetrayable grace" "Can't forgive you" "Unforgivable" "Sad" "Eat You" "eat you" "we ate you" "you disappeared" "en you won't be sad" "yes" "that's it" "eat you" "eat you"...

After a suffocating short silence as if a consensus had been reached, the whole city erupted in unison.

"—eat him!"

Countless gray and black shadows erupted from Uruk in one breath. They roared and rushed towards the palace. Everyone couldn't distinguish their facial features, their bodies were distorted, and they gathered on the ground like snakes.

The black mist covered the city like a threat, and the densely packed undead screamed and rushed forward.And Gilgamesh took a step forward angrily, as if a ray of light bloomed under his feet, the dead spirits wailed and avoided in haste.

"Get the hell out of here, make way!" He shouted loudly, "You dead people, do you think that this king will not be able to drive you when you get to the underworld?"

The light is dotted like a galaxy, spreading out layer by layer, and Gilgamesh stands in the center of the light, like a god——

He narrowed his blood-red eyes slightly, and said decisively: "Get out of the way! Even if you die, you are still my people! How dare Apus try to get my hands on my things?!"

As soon as his words fell, the radiance flourished and spread to the entire Uruk centered on Gilgamesh. The darkness receded screaming, and the soul was stripped away. The body on the ground, Gilgamesh recognized those people, Im leaning against the pillar with a pale face and eyes closed, the girl who once sang around him, Sirai's parents, the thin sheriff...

Only Enkidu was missing.

The sun did not appear, and the night was still shrouded, but the viscous malice in the air dissipated without a trace.

Gilgamesh walked to the highest point of the palace, waved his hand, and countless golden rays of light illuminated the city-state sequentially out of thin air.

He scanned the entire city with a sullen face, everyone fell into a coma, everything was silent, and no moving figure could be found.

He almost had a monstrous killing intent, wishing to burn Uruk to the ground, without blocking his sight.

There were small footsteps behind him.

Gilgamesh turned around abruptly.

Less than his waist height, the girl with curly black hair, propping her knees and panting, raised her head and smiled at him, her front teeth leaking out of her open mouth.

"Run, run too fast..." Xi Lai chuckled, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, "I fell on a stone and broke a part of my front tooth... Poet, you don't despise me, do you?——I, I brought You are here!"

"you?"

Gilgamesh paused, as if thinking of something, he laughed softly, and the laughter grew louder, almost scaring Silai.

"Yes, that's right, it should be you! Little girl, you are still the same as before!" He nodded and praised, "From today on, you are finally in my eyes."

The killing intent was swept away, he thought, how could he let go after seeing Enkidu?Even if this underworld is turned over, he will definitely get him.

"Hey hey..." Xi Lai, who was praised, shyly walked through the people who fell on the ground, "Oh, poet, I told you, don't make En angry, or everyone will eat you!"

She stepped forward to hold the corner of Gilgamesh's sleeve, the blood on the corner of her lips was still wet, and there was a small gap in the tooth that was exposed when she turned her head up.

Gilgamesh burst into a smile at this moment, but quickly suppressed it.

He reached out and wiped away the thin bloodstains for her.

"Although there are some flaws in your face, the heart that is enough to support your appearance can make up for one or two."

Xi Lai smirked and lowered his head, leading him out of the city.

Gilgamesh let her grab his sleeve, her fingers were still cold, not like a living person.

They walked through familiar streets, passing the tree where Sirai rode on the top of the wall to pick fruit. Uruk was decaying like a dead city, and the city wall was close at hand.

While walking, Xi Lai said proudly.

"Poet, once again, I will bring you to him."

Gilgamesh looked at her small back.

After a while, she murmured softly again, as if in a dream.

"Once again, you took him away from me."