honor me as god

(Two in one big chapter, today and tomorrow together)
cold
Loneliness
why is it here again
Solandelle stood in the endless wilderness, surrounded by broken laurel flowers. She looked into the distance among the withered petals, and could not see the end of the road from any direction.

The dark sky is covered with stars that have existed for hundreds of millions of years, as if countless forest worlds are shining.On this scale, human existence is like a speck of dust.

Solandelle looked up at the Milky Way. Suddenly, her chest seemed to be pressed by a boulder. Unspeakable heart palpitations spread throughout her body. Warnings emerged from the depths of her consciousness. Human beings' most primitive sense of crisis was quietly awakened, as if some terrible The existence of terror is about to come.

Under Solandelle's gaze, the stream of light above the sky permeated and gathered, suddenly condensed into a sun, which had no dazzling blazing light, and the golden light was dim, dead silent yet violent.

And the stars covering the night are constantly twisting and merging, and finally turned into a giant eye overlooking the world, hanging from the dome and watching her ferociously.

In this endless wilderness, she had nowhere to escape. The huge pressure made her almost forget to breathe, and the lack of oxygen caused her heart to beat wildly, trying to supply blood to her dizzy brain.

Suddenly, a tide-like noise sounded, dense and noisy, but listening carefully, it was some kind of eerie whisper:

"find us."

"find us."

"find us."

"find us."

The voice echoed in Solandelle's mind, madness impacted her reason, and her vision began to blur. The sun and giant eyes continued to distort and swell, becoming some kind of indescribable existence in a trance.

Now, occupying the entire line of sight.

Solandelle could feel that under the call of these eerie voices, there was a change in the deepest part of her body, which was deeper than flesh and blood, deeper than bones, and even deeper than bone marrow and viscera.

something is waking up
"Hiss—" Solandelle woke up suddenly, short of breath, covered in cold sweat, her hair was wet and stuck together, and even the pillow was wet.

She looked around with lingering fear, and through the window, she could see that the sky was slightly white, and the first ray of the sun was trying to break through the darkness, everything was immersed in the dim light.

Is it a dream?
It's this dream again.
I had this dream for the first time since I was 12 years old, and I have been dreaming about the sun and eyes repeatedly since then.

At first, I only dreamed of it every few years, but recently it seems to become more and more frequent, every few months, or even every few days.
It is a dream.

But is it just a dream?
Even after waking up, the depression and agitation in the dream still seemed to remain in her body. Solandelle lay on her back on the bed with her eyes half-closed, trying to calm her breathing.

After a long time, she got up and drew the curtains by the window.

In the darkness, there was a slight rustling sound, like the sound of clothes rubbing against the skin, Solandelle took off her pajamas and walked into the bathroom, immersing herself in the bathtub full of cold water.

The temperature in the dew season is still very cold, and the cold water makes her shiver uncontrollably, but it seems that only in this way can the influence of complicated thoughts be slightly dispelled.

She picked up the soap and dabbed it on her body. When she applied it to her arms, she saw the soaked rag tied around her wrist.

...

She took it off, in the water
Washed gently in the middle of the room, as if treating something precious, after washing, tied it back to the wrist, dried the body, and changed into a set of ordinary clothes.

When going out, she specially put on a long hat that could cover her eyes, and without disturbing anyone, she rode away from the palace alone.

It's ridiculous to say that after being a queen for so many years, she has handled countless political affairs, but she has hardly seen the outside world.

Human time and energy are limited. When the position is too high, in order to pursue efficiency, we can only make decisions based on data.

When the data becomes good, it is good, and when the data becomes bad, it is bad. However, we don’t know what kind of individual is behind each data.

Solandelle left the palace, looking at the scenery along the way, all kinds of people and things passed by her eyes.

Since the promulgation of the "Global Security Act", Dogorand has shown a strange sense of advancement. The farmland and factories are deserted, but there are always abundant supplies. People are no longer engaged in work, no one is producing, and the society is still prosperous.

The entire kingdom is like a specter that is divorced from objective laws and has no substance.

Solandelle came to the bustling bazaar—it is called a bazaar, but in fact there is no concept of "market" anymore. There is no trade here, only supply. Everyone can go to the public supply warehouse and receive gifts from the Lord Regent on demand. supplies.

Now it is clearly the early morning of the day, but the tavern has already opened early, and the rich aroma of wine is lingering around, as if even the halo of the morning sun has become blurred.

People who don't need to work sing loudly, toasting to each other, gulping down free wine and eating delicious appetizers.

He fell down and fell asleep shortly after waking up.

It is said that there are thoughts in the day and dreams in the night.

But they slept soundly and without dreams.

After all, the reality is already extremely beautiful, and no one needs false dreams anymore.

Outside the tavern, the troubadour was sitting on a bench with a guitar, his fingers were jumping briskly, and he was singing brisk songs. Every melody was praising the great regent who gave it all.

People gathered around the troubadour in small groups, some sang together, and some were intoxicated in the melody, grateful for everything they had gained.

Who would have imagined that 10 years ago, Dogrand was still a poor and poor country, with wealth concentrated in the hands of the nobles, and at least half of the citizens depended on others, struggling on the verge of food and clothing every day.

Now, it has become a "paradise".

However, in Solandelle's eyes, everything she saw was more like a cage.

Ordinary people are drunk, dreaming and dying in cages, and are raised by "gods".

When she came to the square, Solandelle found that there was a sea of ​​people here, like a tide of people gathered here, everyone's eyes were shining with abnormal fanaticism, next to the statue of the Sun King that was just toppled the day before yesterday.

And the scene in the middle of the square hurt her eyes.

The king city judge wears a visor, and the color of the tassels symbolizes the blackness of death. He stands on a height and overlooks the frenzied residents. Behind him hangs the body of a little girl on the gallows.

The little girl was only about ten years old, her twisted neck was bound by a thick hemp rope, her clothes were in tatters, and her skin was covered with marks of severe beating. Animal mouth.

...

"This
It's a cold-blooded monster! The judge clenched his four fingers tightly, and pointed his index finger at the corpse of the little girl who was hung on the gallows, and roared angrily.

"For a long time, the Lord Regent has protected the Kingdom of Dogland and given us everything in life. I also thought that human nature is evil, and maybe not everyone will be grateful."

"But I really didn't expect that there would be such villains, not only ungrateful for the mercy of our Lord, but even slandering it!"

The judge threw out a booklet, judging from the delicate cover and decals, it should be a little girl's diary.

"This monster has left hateful words in my diary - I have been observing the things around me recently, the firewood burned by the fireplace will turn into heat and ashes, the seeds are sown in the soil, and need to be watered It needs to be exposed to the sun to germinate."

"Anything in this world is born and will die. If you want to obtain something, you must always exchange it with an equal amount. This is the truth I have seen."

"But everything is strange now. The Prince Regent can bring endless substances out of thin air, which is different from the phenomenon I usually observe."

"Is he beyond the truth? I don't think so. Gods don't exist, and he is only a human being. So what is the price he paid? Maybe we are the price?"

The judge's hand was so hard that the diary was twisted and deformed by him, just like his angry voice: "The Lord Regent has been fighting for a better life for us, and for your happiness and fulfillment. But—— "

"There is such an abominable thing in human skin in the world, who writes evil words and uses her shallow knowledge to read
Defile the unshakable truth, this is betrayal!She betrayed my lord!Betrayed the kingdom!Betrayed you too! "

"It should be killed!!!" The fanatical and pious people picked up stones on the ground and threw them at the little girl's body. There were countless wounds on her body, and blood dripped down.

Fortunately, the dead body is painless
The judge raised his hand to stop everyone from throwing stones, and then dragged a tied woman up from the stage with his own hands, and pushed her to the gallows.

"This woman is the chief culprit for the birth of that abominable thing!" The judge grabbed the little girl's mother's hair and said in an extremely gloomy voice, "Tell me, did you teach her those evil words?"

Under the gloomy gaze of the people, the woman had already burst into tears, and her voice was distorted by fear: "It's not me. I have always taught her to fear our Lord. I have never taught this!"

The judge's tone was faint: "Then do you think that today's punishment for her is fair?"

The woman looked up at her daughter's body. No one knew what kind of torment she was suffering in her heart. They only saw her eyes wide open, tears pouring out, and her voice was suppressed to the point of distortion: "I think the punishment is very fair."

"Since you think it's fair." The judge leaned over, his voice as cold as the winter wind: "Then why don't you laugh?"

The woman wanted to suppress her crying, but the more she endured, the more her sobs came out of her throat. She endured it five or six times before the muscles on her face twitched, and the corners of her mouth drew an extremely exaggerated arc.

...

"Very good, very good, shhh" the judge embraced the woman

The person's head was stroked gently, and the voice became soft, "Atone for your sin devoutly, and the Lord will forgive you."

After the judge finished speaking, he cut off the woman's hair one by one with a razor, shaved her head bald, and hung a wooden sign around her neck.

The sign read: I gave birth to a monster.

The punishment for the woman is also very simple, she only needs to hang this wooden sign and stand next to her daughter's body for a day, so that people passing by can see it.

Remember to laugh.

To smile is to appreciate the mercy of our Lord.

The crowd gradually dispersed, some scolded coldly, and some educated their children about it. People came and went, accompanied by endless swearing.

I don’t know how long it took before everyone finished denouncing the monsters, their faces were full of joy and high spirits, some went home to be tender with their families, and some went to the tavern to start a day of joy.

Everyone has a good life.

Only the mother of the child stood beside the gallows with a hanging tag. She had no hair and was smiling all over her face. The flesh and blood she had raised for more than ten years was dangling in the wind, and she would never wake up again.

When the judge left the platform, he happened to meet his companion, and the two greeted each other cordially.

"Hey, how are you doing?"

"I'm very busy. Yesterday, the death bird caught more than a dozen people who blasphemed my lord, and executed them all in one go."

"There are people who want to die every day, and they can't be stopped. I just got one here."

"We have to work hard. Other cities can handle nearly a hundred of them every day. Wangcheng's efficiency is too low, and it is at the bottom of the annual assessment."

"If I knew I was so tired, I would have resigned and returned to my hometown. It is much more comfortable to be a commoner than an official these days. You can eat and drink without worrying about work.

It's not fair when you think about it. "

"Be careful what you say, there are death birds everywhere, I don't want to send you to the gallows with my own hands."

"Haha, complaining, it's just complaining, I want to follow my lord for another 50 years~"

The two judges left talking and laughing, and Solandelle stood there alone, her pupils reflected the mother and daughter separated by life and death, and under her feet was the kingdom that she had ruled for ten years. It was as if everything was swallowed by darkness.

Solandelle walked up to the woman, didn't raise her eyes to look at her, and didn't know whether she didn't want to or didn't dare, only her mournful voice trembled: "Everyone has the right to cry, just cry if you want to cry. "

The woman held the hanging tag hanging around her neck with both hands, and kept laughing. Hearing Solandelle's words, she laughed even more fervently, the muscles on her face collapsed even tighter, and the corners of her mouth almost ripped apart when she laughed. The eyes were squeezed into two slits.

In this great Dogrand, no one dares to cry, no one dares not to laugh.

The woman laughed, her whole face distorted, even her gums were exposed, she was more joyful than a clown in a circus, but it was impossible for a human to control her own physiological reflexes, just like she could not control her tears.

Clear liquid flowed from the pair of slitted eyes, and her jaw kept shaking. She smiled and said, "Glory, my lord."

Solandelle continued to walk in the royal city, and there were scenes of prosperity and drinking and singing everywhere, but there was a huge sense of oppression that came from nowhere, which made people breathless.

Finally, she couldn't walk anymore, and she sat alone in the corner of the alley. The weather changed from sunny to cloudy not long ago, and now it's raining
When it rained, the street scene became depressed and blurred, and the distance could not be seen.

The heavy rain hit the road, and it hit the pedestrians covering their heads and running wildly. They passed by the queen in the rain, silent and anxious.

The rain fell from the dark sky, and the chill enveloped the icy city. Solandelle allowed herself to be wet by the rain. She tightly grasped the rags on her wrists, and she didn't know it was the rain running down her face. or something else.

"'He' is back."