"Do you believe in the existence of gods?"
"Do you believe those who lie to children?"
"But I always feel that this world once existed..."
The sky in the distance is brilliant orange, with a hint of red, forming swirling, vortex-like patterns in the sky.
The white clouds were still in the sky, and the birds that had not had time to escape stopped in mid-air, with fear of the distance still remaining in their eyes.
Askr's diary:
n year BC,
the first day,
It's always extremely long. Everything in Asgard's divine domain was reduced by half, like an instant of transpiration, and half of the Asgardian people turned into gas and disappeared into the air. The rest of the people knew that this was a precursor to the awakening of Hela, the goddess of death.
And there isn't much time left for me, it's almost time for me.
The next day,
(The following is omitted, the text is roughly like this. This story is written in flashbacks and interjections. It is a weird era in my childhood dreams. It will be combined with Nordic mythology and Chinese mythology. I may not be able to write as shocking a scene as in my dream, but I will try my best to describe it.)
Note: This article is not in the first person, and there is no particularly main protagonist. The chronological order will be a bit messy. I hope you all like it. Leave your thoughts in the comment area and I will write them into the book.
Concept: The relationship between God and man