The Northern Forest

Postscript It's actually finished~ It's actually not much, just twenty-three thousand. It seems that many settings have changed since I had this dream, so I can only roughly describe the feeling in the dream. But embarrassment, I keep thinking, why do I have such desolate dreams? Because what I felt when I was dreaming was a sense of ancient silence and depression. There was only a big and bright moon hanging in the wilderness, and there was a huge forest in the north. But the dreams I usually have are so lively and there are so many people trying to stir things up. What is going on╮(╯_╰)╭[After I died, I finally figured it out. It turns out that this is the truth. After our school moved, I rented a house nearby. I usually have to cross a wide elevated road to go to school. I really don't want to cross this road because there are many cars and lights, and I could miss death if I'm not careful. But I have no choice because I have to go to school←_← This elevated highway is eight lanes wide and usually blocks the sky and the sun. When I walked under it, I was completely shrouded in shadow. Looking in the direction of the traffic flow from a distance, it extends to a very far place, just like... A gray line of grass and snakes, with veins running for thousands of miles, and like dragon veins hidden for thousands of years. You need to pay attention to your skills when crossing this road. When you walk under the dark elevated road, even if the light is green, there will be vehicles swooping past you, and there will also be teams of bicycles and motorcycles, just like a school of tuna. If the light suddenly turns red when you get there, you can't rush through it. All the cars will merge into the torrent of vehicles like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea. You will be trapped between the two lanes and you will be late... Facing this situation, you really want to die. Going out in the morning and returning home at night, going to and from school, is like Lindsay walking through the forest again and again, with nowhere to end. Moreover, our area is particularly desolate. There are only elderly residential areas next to it. There is no vitality at all. There are dogs leading elderly people everywhere. It is said that there should be some living facilities in a residential area, but it is really... I think the Northern Forest must be this elevated one! A few days ago, I saw a guy riding a bicycle on the way home. At this time, we had just changed the left turn signal, and the vehicles turned left like following the ocean current. The group of motorcycles were silent behind the white line. This guy suddenly rushed out on his bicycle, drew an arc in the diagonal direction and drove towards the opposite corner, and suddenly disappeared. It was like a dolphin plunged into the water and disappeared into the boundless seabed. I watched with bated breath as he suddenly got into the sea of ​​cars, and nervously followed his trajectory, only to see that he had successfully reached the other side on his bicycle without any worries. So cool! I wish I could write with such a cool feeling anytime! So the protagonist finally traveled through the Northern Forest and discovered a new world (what). This may not be the ending we wanted, because I really just wanted to complain about... The road to school? But for them, being able to walk alone through the northern forest is a kind of self-renewal. BTW, after being tempered by this elevated road, I now feel weak even when I walk on the road, okay... Well, that's a long way off. In short, when there are only two or three readers of this article, thank you Kitakami and the cute Chinese medicine girl for following it from beginning to end, and thank you for enduring the endless depressive style and long-winded descriptions. It is the murmur of one's own nightmare, as well as literary allusions and so on... This is too demanding for readers, isn't it? After all, most people read literature to enjoy it. Moreover, this article is still extremely lacking in various aspects. I am embarrassed to read it again [face covering] If there are any bugs, please feel free to report them...

It's great. I heard that this is a novel written by the author when he was in junior high school. Within tens of thousands of words, a whole new world view is brought to life on the page. The writing style is natural and sophisticated, which is really amazing. Does your wife still write now? It's really inspiring, and it's the kind of thing I couldn't hope for. I'm very happy to come across such an article.

I'm really lucky to have found such a work during archeology

It's so uncomfortable. This kind of story of being teased by responsibility and fate and destined to be unable to stay together is really terrible. The guesses of the sisters downstairs are great! Then regarding the last paragraph, "Only 'I' came here with memories of my life", I actually have two guesses. The first one is that the identity of "I" is unknown. I am just a character who tells about Lindsay, Ise, the Northern Forest and the whole world from the perspective of "I". In the end, I become a character similar to many adventurers, somewhat similar to NPC. As for the part "'I' am not a mortal", maybe it is just a setting? The second is that I suspect "I" is actually Lindsay Ludwig. The previous chapters talked about the resemblance between "I" and Lindsay, the fact that "I" was not a mortal, and the sense of familiarity that "I" felt when I arrived at the hotel. This makes me feel that the world is a circle, or that "my" experience is a circle. What I understand is that it is a bit like the feeling of crossing the Wangchuan River, drinking Meng Po Soup and being reborn as a human again - "I" drank the "Meng Po Soup", but did not finish it (?). "I" did come with memories, but was cut off from all causal connections with "people" in this world. Only the relationship between "I" and "me" is the deepest and most difficult to completely remove, so Lindsay's legs recovered as before and she "went to another world" to meet "me". As for "another world", I prefer the feeling of flashback or the feeling that Lindsay doesn't want "me" to forget this past with Ise, so she "tells me" as "another person". Well, that's probably it (my writing is so messy...) Of course, the above are just my personal guesses. What my wife wrote is really good! !

A guess: The author said that life and death are two sides of a drum, and the North and South Poles are the sides of the drum. When Ludwig died, he changed from an old man to a baby. Does this mean that the drum on this side is actually the world after death? After experiencing desolation and a long journey, "death" again is actually rebirth on the side of life? Only the "I" in the article came here with the memories of my lifetime.

The writing is really good, and the whole text has a profound sense of loneliness and tragedy. I really want to get to know the author, but there are no new articles after 12 years, which is a pity. If the author has a new article, no matter what the subject, I will definitely follow it.

It is said that it was written by the author's wife when she was in the third year of junior high school. Oh my god, when I was in the third grade of junior high school, I couldn't even write an essay well. The most I could do was write a dark history about Mary Sues. Ah, jealousy makes me ugly.

This is an article written by my wife in junior high school. It's too strong.

So great was shocked

I thought of this article again after a long time, even though the memory was very vague. When I saw the key words in the preview of several chapters, a purely sensory memory was instantly awakened - the smell, the chill, the emotion of confusion, determination and loneliness. I still like it so much, it's so natural and spiritual. I hope the author is still writing text somewhere. When I was watching walking through the forest, the image of carefully stepping through the deep grass in Stalker came to my mind.