A line of sight descended from the sky, condensed into a point, and focused on me.

That terrifying eye kept staring at me, making me breathless.

I raised my head and tried hard to see what was in the sky, but found nothing...

My eyes passed through the thick dark clouds and fell on my thin body like raindrops.

Heavy and wet...

Is it rain?

Yes, it's rain.

It was humid, but seemed a little warm, and a line of eyes fell on me.

"do not look at me--"

A hoarse sound came out of my throat, but it couldn't reach my eardrums at all.

Desperate...and depressed...

Compared with the rain, the gravel supporting me behind seemed even colder, making me tremble non-stop since just now.

I don't know whose sight was stabbing me from the sky. In order to escape from it, I bent over as hard as I could and stretched out my head to observe the surroundings.

But what is left here is a city that has been completely destroyed. There are no ruins, only stones and broken tiles are left.

What is left here is only "despair", what is left here is only "death", what is left here is only the void that symbolizes "nothing".

The vanity of vanity, everything is vanity, everything under the dark clouds is vanity, chasing the wind.

No animals are moving here, and no one is alive. The only sound that can be heard is the sound of falling raindrops.

If this continues, all living things and dead things will be contained in it and lost, becoming nothingness in the void.

Gradually, I also entered the realm of "nothingness" in the void. Everything in me could no longer move, and only my head and eyes could barely move.

Although the body is still trembling, it is just a physiological phenomenon produced by muscles and nerves.

This is not from my subjective consciousness, and I have never thought about making my body tremble like Parkinson's.

If I can't move freely...actually, this is not my body anymore.

It suddenly occurred to me that maybe I was not free from the moment I was born.

I couldn't choose where I was born, nor could I choose the family I was born into. Even my destiny was completely planned.

What you should do in this time period, what you should do in that time period, everything has been planned, even the ending has been arranged.

Just like a butterfly caught in the net of cause and effect, it keeps struggling and can only see the butterfly.

I

real

Is it myself?

I couldn't help but reflect on that.

Maybe even my thoughts are arranged.

My mind is limited by knowledge, and my emotions are affected by memory. Every encounter with the arranged destiny reshapes my mind.

Even so, who can say that my soul really exists in this body?

Where am I in this case?

Am I really here?

Aren't mine there?

In this world where everything has stopped and is completely ruined...

"Boom——!"

Suddenly there was a sound other than "Rain of the Void".

That is the only "being" that emerges above "nothing".

It is also the only real "existence" besides all "nothingness".

Who are you?

I asked with my eyes.

The smooth skin looked a little blue, even showing a red halo.

Is it because of the coldness of the rain?

Or are you already dead?

Although it was so weird, he was not trembling or trembling.

It is like a strange existence, without any movement, without any gender identification, only a strange silhouette.

--Dont look at me.

That seems to be what it means, right?

He looked at me like he was very sad, looked at me like he was crazy, or looked at me with no expression on his face.

It's hard for me to decipher this meaning because she is just a silhouette.

Perhaps - there are only two living beings in this world, me and him.

Like this forever just looking at each other, my world is just what is reflected in his eyes?

Her eyes were extremely bright, as if there was a sea of ​​stars.

If these are a pair of human eyes, then they must be a beautiful woman, right? So I want to use "she" to refer to this person.

Her world is just what is reflected in my eyes?

Only me was reflected in her eyes.

She is the only thing that shines in my eyes.

If you think about it this way, the world has become extremely dwarfed.

Maybe this is such a small corner of the world, and I think too highly of it?

That beautiful greeting came to my ears inadvertently.

There she was, hands spread out from side to side - as if she were planning to fly through the rain clouds in the sky.

Perhaps, I am planning to accept all this rain.

(I didn’t hear this sentence clearly)

What kind of expression she has now, I have no way of knowing from my position.

You are on the other side of the mist of rain. What does she look like now?

"Don't worry, I will give you death now."

Is it an angel?

I was stunned for a moment, thinking of my friend who had been attending church since childhood, and felt an indescribable sense of pride in my heart.

Even my end was received by angels personally? Did you not expect that I am so good?

Are the feathers of light dancing in the sky blessing me?

It's so beautiful.

No, why do angels kill people directly? Don't they just collect souls?

Why should you splash blood on such a holy body?

Woolen cloth?

Or……

Ah...that's it. I understand.

"The next step" is to kill me directly. She is not an angel, but her mission is to take me away.

Slowly, she walked up to me who had fallen down, and squatted down.

Then he slowly picked up my head.

In order not to let me see her appearance, she stayed like this, just bent down and whispered in my ear.

You can vaguely feel that this is an unusually pleasant sound.

But I can't hear clearly.

Warm, soft, gentle, sweet feeling.

It was as incredible as anesthetic.

The twitching of the body stopped and the tremors of the muscles were slowly cured.

Is she a wet nurse?

Her gentle breath tickled my cheek, and it was a very sweet smell.
To be continued...