Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 410 Abandoning the Path of Birth

Each shadow speaks for itself.They are tireless, restless in the mist, wanting nothing more than to tell what they know.How can the shadow speak?The peasant girl can understand the language of all human tribes in the world, the language of the eagle, the language of the wolf, and the language of the wind.There were some languages ​​she did not know well, like the language of the elves who had wandered the skies and woods.They are like big fireflies, their wings flutter like mosquitoes, and they emit golden or faint blue light.But they died out before the peasant girl was born, so her knowledge of their words was limited.

In the past, she had never heard a shadow speak, and she couldn't understand the shadow's words at all, so the old man asked her to point out some interested shadows and tell her their broken words.

The peasant girl first pointed to a thin and crooked figure.The old man listened for a while, and then translated to her what the shadow said:
famine.It was really the greatest famine in his life.Food and wild vegetables are gone.The bark is gone too.The children are gone too.The smallest has not yet grown full lanugo.I couldn't bear it, so I had to exchange it with the neighbor's child.The neighbor's child was older, so it was delivered without a leg.The pot on the fire was humming, and the child hiding behind the firelight was also humming.

"This is what happened in your world," said the old man, "but the time is not very far away from us. We can go further. The shadow will remember everything that happened."

The old man led her forward.In the fog, she had no idea of ​​the direction and relied entirely on the guidance of the old man.On the way, she pointed to three or four shadows one after another, and what they said was translated to her by the old man.The shadow most like a peasant girl said:
Weddings require a little attention.In bad times, you have to be more particular than usual, otherwise it's better not to do it.It is best to weave wreaths with the branches of flower trees planted by oneself. They are planted when they are young, and they will grow just right when they are married.How well the tree I planted is growing!The flowers are big and full, as if sewn out of blue fine velvet.The wedding I've been waiting for for years!But the tree also burned.The robbers chopped it down to boil a pot of hot water, and the axes with which they felled the tree gleamed like blood.What about him?What about him?Where is he?

There is also the shadow of a giant fish, larger than the farmer's house.What it said was different from the previous shadows:
I know there are many small fish in the sea.Glowing little fish.Small and bright.They are cunning, appear only half the time of the day, and are always floating on the surface of the sea.If I want to eat them I have to float up very fast.be quick!I rushed to the surface and found nothing.I sank for a while, looked towards the sea again, and they came out again!cunning!I'll have to bear it until they get closer... Is one of them sinking?It smells really good, it's a little bit different than before.near!near!Bite it!No, no, no no no no, what is this?hook!what!Pointy cunning hooks!
These shadows, who were about her size, or much bigger than her, made sounds that she could not understand, but they were clear and continuous.Another time when she didn't see anything clearly, the old man stopped and listened with interest to a sound.He said they were some tiny things, smaller than the eye of an ant, or the eye of a needle, or a strand of hair split into ten strands, and that people always forgot they were there.But they also talk like all other shadows, it just takes a little experience to hear them.The words the old man heard at that time were:

what is this?A big piece of beancurd skin.Structures are rare.Here's one too.There's a piece there too.Come and try this.Come try that.Can it be imitated?Can you study?Is it time to breed?Not yet, wait a minute.hold on.When everything is ashes again, the work has just begun.The old thread ends and the new thread starts again.But alas!Shh...something seems to be listening...

The peasant girl did not understand what these words meant.Instinctively she felt a little nervous, but the old man just laughed it off.

"Everybody wants the world to run in their own order," he said for some reason.But the peasant girl didn't think so.She hoped that the world would turn as it was, that in the earthly spring, which is much softer and gentler than the gem tree, the creatures would breed their offspring, weaving the earth into colorful colors.At that time, maybe she also pretended to be a mortal, and walked into the scroll to watch.

However, the more she moved forward in the fog of shadows, the more her mind, as hazy as a breeze, became aware of the truth.These various shadows, with their own language and emotion, tell the same thing over and over again.Among the countless colors and sounds in the world, they only choose to talk about things related to death.Died of starvation.Died by violence.Die from hunting.died of disease.Die of grief.Except for a few words that she couldn't understand, everything else was a lonely, desolate and hopeless death.

Such endless sadness and sorrow caused an unprecedented emotion to sprout in her heart.She felt that her heart was like a broken stone, from which sprang an inexhaustible fountain.She had seen such fountains bubbling from the eyes of beings, when the blades fell upon their faces, or the dead bodies of loved ones lay before them.Over time she learned how to imitate that look, but she didn't really know what it felt like.But now she is walking in the opposite direction in this fog that the world has never seen, and all she can pick up is the dust of the past.Those lost, lingering like the morning mist watching the flowing water fly by, keep the thoughts of life that cannot bear to give up in the world of shadows.That is not the power of some unique being, or a diabolism imprisoned by an evil curse.There is neither right nor wrong there.The echoes of shadows that repeat, echo, conflict, and cover each other are infinite accumulations, all unfulfilled wishes and dreams that refuse to accept the end.

If she had never flown out of the abyss, she would not have any expectations of this world, just a spiritual mist, a tangible wind.But now, now she did know how those wishes came from and how they were connected to her.All the shadows over and over emphasize the thing - if you have it, you can't accept losing it.The pain and regret of that loss is so intense that they don't even need to wait for the loss to begin to frenzy over their doomed ending.Wasn't it true of the mortals who had puzzled her?Those goblins, robbers, gravediggers, corpse eaters...do all their tricks and viciousness, just to stay in the spring day in that country?

When she understood this—as if she herself were one of them—suddenly the voices of the shadows all made sense.She doesn't need to fully understand, the emotions in those ravings are as clear as the wind.She ran in the fog full of shadows, forgetting the old man who guided her.She traced the source in those desperate whispers, as if to find an answer for all this.

Don't want to lose.said the shadows to her.

The pile of mist was as heavy and thick as a lead block, slowly passing by her side.The fire-breathing iron boat that the old man talked about rowed silently in nothingness.Why do they go from one star to another?If every star is as large as the world, is there as much trouble in each star as the world, so they would rather wander forever than suffer in one place?
unwilling to leave.The shadows still spoke to her.

She runs faster and faster.In front of her that she couldn't see, there was a voice that was louder than other shadows.It seemed to be calling her to come closer, to turn abruptly from the present, full of suffering, and run upstream, all the way to the moment when everything was just born.Run, run, to where there is still hope.

The sound hooked her to the past.That was the most special shadow she saw in this foggy land.At the end of her run, a spiral cloud of mist gleamed like a throne on top of a mountain.Standing before the throne was a majestic figure, erratic in silhouette like the edge of a flame, and she recognized the lonely king in the gallery by its majestic bearing.The sight dismayed her, for she thought the only things that existed in this land of shadows were the dead.

But the shadow in the fog, she was sure that it must be the king.It was the most majestic life she had ever seen. When it stood up, it looked like a giant tower slanting down, and its eyes radiated flames.Thus the King's Shadow looked around, and finally came to a decision.It plunged its hands into the mist below, and cupped out a congealed shape.Those mist clusters soon became small shadows like the peasant girl, lingering around the giant's feet.They uttered a short cry, plunged into the fog to die, and were born again from the fog.

How pleased the King's Shadow was with that sight.It looked down at these small biological activities, which made the peasant girl both familiar and strange.She could recognize every detail and outline of it, but this shadowy king, it looked majestic and benevolent, and it looked so young and happy.When all kinds of tiny shadows appeared in the mist, it was interested in each of them, caring and generous.She heard a whisper that sounded like the wind, but the voice was powerful and menacing:
create.This can save me from loneliness.Let me give life to these little things, and let them run to every corner of this ashes!It's time for something new here!create!create!create!Let the dust move!

The king's shadow was in high spirits, waving its arms like a triumphal dance at a spring festival.Gods, trees, birds, beasts, flying dragons, people... all of them are as small as a peasant girl, and they run out quickly in the fog.

She watched them go away, disappear.The fountain in her heart burst violently, as if to fill her chest.But there was a loud noise like thunder in her ears.It was the king's shadow laughing heartily.

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