The woman who came from another world came to pursue the gods of this world.
"Save me, Lord God," she said.
——Believers who are persistent in the misty world
It was raining heavily, and there were fewer people on the street. As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of umbrellas of various colors intertwined. A woman was sitting on her knees by a tree beside the road. A black cat jumped out from the corner of the wall, overlapping the woman, and disappeared in the rain and mist in the next second. After a thunder, the woman seemed to be swallowed up by the lightning. The black-covered notebook she once held fell from the air, fell into the large pool of blood below, and disappeared.
On the other side, in the center of the magic circle emitting blue light, the girl appeared again. She opened her eyes, and her gaze seemed to pass through the roof of the church, and she saw her god who was tens of millions of miles away, using his body to protect this continent.
——Those who uphold fairy tale ideals
The girl raised her sword, the blade reflecting the cold light. She looked firmly at the city below her feet. People were crying and praying for stability and peace, but the gods they prayed for were obsessed with desire and power and had no time to care about the ants on the soles of their feet. She took over the heavy responsibility on the high tower, and since then she is willing to set her heart for the common people, create peace for all generations, inherit the wishes of her ancestors, and create a truly peaceful and prosperous age. The remnants of the party turned to follow her. The enlightened people believed in her and had their support and expectations. What difficulties could they not overcome? There was infinite longing in her eyes, as if she was already in that beautiful new world. At that time, she will lower her sword high, severing the connection between this beautiful land and all the uncleanness of the past, becoming a hero in the eyes of everyone, and picking up the glory of her ancestors.
——In the desperate pursuit of persistence, while putting out the fire, who will be ignited by the splashing sparks?
*The article has an open ending
*There is no theory of ghosts and gods in reality, please believe in materialism
Intention: You are the only destiny in my life, my anchor and all my faith
