Windlow's Journey

A slightly sad traveler came in, stood for a while, regained his mood, became expressionless, then found a seat at random and sat down quickly. This traveler's story evokes the feeling of being in a wheat field outside a stone city. The wind blows, and the leaves fall from my hands. The leaves scratched, and the palms were hollow. Looking up, there is a dark, dense mass of unknown things in a distant place. It is far away, but it feels very oppressive. And beside me, there was only one big tree, a big leafless tree.

The person who opened the door seemed to be a traveler from afar. He quickly chose a seat, took off his thick coat, and breathed softly, but did not order anything. His story makes people feel that it is something that happened far away. Listening to the tone of his story, it seems that the protagonist of the story is the only survivor in the entire settlement. Like a young man running around, he is always walking. He is always explaining to people everywhere, or he is looking for explanations everywhere. He was alone during the entire journey, and he could not imagine the environment and scenery in the story. He only felt that the snow was heavy and falling continuously without making any sound.

A man who looked like a scholar walked into the tavern, found a clean place, straightened his gown, sat down slowly, and asked the tavern owner for a glass of soda with a smile. What is soda? I had never heard of such a thing in a tavern. The man who looked like a scholar smiled awkwardly and asked for a glass of water. He slowly told the story he knew. The story made people feel like they were in a bustling city, surrounded by neat high-rise buildings and the streets were very regular. There was an endless stream of people on the street. The people on the road were very happy and walked slowly, not fast. Suddenly, a familiar friend appeared outside a shop ahead. He had just bought two glasses of fruity soda. He drank one himself and passed one to him. A bicycle passed by, ringing a crisp bell.

A young man sitting next to him didn't have a drink on the table and spoke very softly. The story he told makes people feel like they suddenly woke up from their sleep and looked around at a loss in a messy room. The windows were closed and covered with thick paper, so that no outside sunlight could penetrate. He left the bed and began to search the room barefoot, but he couldn't remember what he was looking for. The door handle of the room suddenly came into view. With Mofa's courage, he reached out and opened the door. The outside world is not that prosperous, and it is not even a street. It is like being in a huge underground cave, with no roads or directions visible. As the door opened, many green eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness, all looking towards the opened door.