Fragile items
"I'm not afraid of the dark.
But I'm afraid of people hiding in the dark. "
——Neil Gaiman, "American Gods"
I have been walking under the bloody moon, and the road ahead is winding. Zhu Lu, with wisdom on her head, flew beside me, singing the songs of the gods.
They shouted loudly:
"Wisdom, wisdom, please tell me where Sean's heart is?"
I looked straight at the road in front of me and walked steadily.
"Is it in the belly of Ammut, in the gorgeous temple of Osiris, in the thick hair and beard of Horus, or -"
I looked up at them until they turned to dust in the Hall of the Dead in the blink of an eye.
He came from the end of the road and swept the sky into darkness, just like it had done for thousands of years.
He raised his trombone head high, and then looked at me blankly.
"My heart, as always, remains in Thoth's hands."
P. S:
1. This article is 1V1, the author and recipient may not be HE
2. Lack of emotion, inconsistency, complaining about the madman Shou VS bloody and violent eighteen-forbidden-killing horse attack (Thoth Shou, the God of Wisdom VS Sean, the God of Guns)
3. Semi-travel
4. Irregular updates, the author goes crazy and likes to play the protagonist from time to time