My brother is a being with wings.
I used the key called "love" to pry open the lock that trapped him.
Then I broke his wings with my own hands. Gently, one by one, along the joints.
I dragged him down.
The wind rushes into our ears.
The remains of the wings spread out behind us. Like snow, like the ashes of God, covering the entire sky.
We fell into the deep sea and kissed there.
The cold water poured into the gap, and we were like two strange birds, entangled with each other with our stolen wings.
Thousands of believers flocked to the temple, and torches lit up the sky.
They nailed us as traitors.
The torch burned away my brother's wings and devoured his bones and blood.
Piece by piece, the torn off wings were rolled into a tornado of ashes in the fire.
One bite at a time, they gnawed at his bones and blood, the sound of chewing rising above the waves.
The entire sea was reflected in a boiling dark red, the sky was burning, and the stars were falling like ignited debris.
And my brother sank to the bottom of the sea, hugging me tighter.
His wings had been burned away, and his bones and blood had been swallowed up, but his arms were still warm.
We are at the junction of fire and sea, entangled into two alien birds that will never float up.
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Pseudo-orthopedics*campus
It is better to be submerged in the river, and to be content with the current.
Seeking peace in life, chasing water. I have been seeking peace all my life, but have never found shore.
Intention: "Run as hard as you can, the sky will eventually break."
"Don't beg for mercy, scream at the top of your lungs."