When the sky is no longer supporting the head, when the earth is no longer only under the feet
Nothing can be confirmed until told,
So small in front of the absolute truth,
The funny thing is that insignificance itself has become the truth.
The gods people fear are more unpredictable than they imagine.
When everything becomes in vain,
Who is still moving forward on this road?
He who walks on the road of thorns and holds two blades
There is blood behind you, and there is emptiness all around you
A person blessed by gods
If you turn around you can see the deep flames,
Those resentments, expectations, and blessings; those trusts, betrayals, and following; those acquiescence, conspiracies, and truths
□ Naked in front of you and dissipated with everything that blocked you,
The steps were as usual, never wavering or changing, as indifferent as before, and the reflection in the eyes was still clear.
I just made up a story about God for my own entertainment. It may be very silly and stupid, but please don't get seriously hurt by it. Thank you.