Alice in the Land of Steam

Does Chapter 1043 better suit their needs?

When Favrona walked out of the room, she subconsciously looked around. In the empty corridor, only the moonlight was spreading, casting a soft and clear light. The faint blue moonlight reflected a lonely and thin shadow, which was adorned on the edge of the French window. Favrona was startled at first, but then she realized that it was actually her own shadow, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She was not usually that sensitive, but she was a little suspicious because of that dream. But then again, she was not afraid of those ghosts and spirits in the storybooks. This was her mother's holy land, and no evil or filthy things could invade. In fact, the girl was really afraid of her sisters. If someone found out that she was not sleeping in the middle of the night and sneaked out for a walk, the news would probably reach her two sisters before dawn.

One of them is very gentle, and the other is very strict. However, no matter whether it is gentleness or strictness, neither of them has a personality that is easy to tolerate.

She was safe for the time being, but she couldn't be completely relieved. As far as she knew, sisters like Olvera and Rorona were night owls. No one knew when they would come out from some corner, pat her on the shoulder, and say in surprise, "Hey, Favrona, why are you here too?"

She didn't want to admit that she couldn't sleep because of a dream, that would be too embarrassing. So after thinking it over, Favrona thought it would be better to go to the top floor to get some fresh air and calm her head.

If you are lucky, you may even be able to see the stars.

The initial star field is separated from the outside universe by an unknown distance of countless light years, and the dark area surrounding the outside of the Heavenly Temple seems to have the ability to weaken all matter and light, so few stars can cross the long journey and fall on the sky of this city. However, nothing is absolute in the world. There are always a few days in a month when the light of the constellations will become particularly bright, enough to penetrate the darkness and shine into the eyes of the girls, shining brightly. At that time, the gentle eldest sister would take her sisters to the rooftop to watch the stars, and point out the shapes and names of the constellations to them one by one: the one that looks like a big ship sailing is the Traveler, the one that looks like a fairy playing the piano is the Lyra, and the one that looks like a knight riding a warhorse galloping across the battlefield is the brightest ancient knight constellation in the night sky.

But she only knew the names. She knew nothing about the origins of these constellations, their specific locations, and why they became particularly bright at this time. These were related to some mysterious laws in the universe, and she could hardly find the answers even in books. So the eldest sister told her sisters that the constellations were created by the goddess because she didn't want her children to be too lonely. They were like eyes, watching the creations of the world. Whenever the light of the constellations was strong enough to illuminate the distant temple of heaven, it meant that the sleeping mother began to miss her daughters again.

However, what impressed Favrona the most was the following sentence: "As long as everyone behaves well and is a good child."

"Mother will surely wake up soon."

……

The night in this city always makes people feel particularly quiet. Carabosse sat on the edge of the rooftop, letting the wind blow from the height. Her long black hair fluttered in the wind, and together with the rustling hem of her skirt, she formed a stern and cold image. The wind was so anxious, as if it couldn't wait to break free from the shackles of the city's sky and rush into the universe to become an uncontrolled turbulence. However, it was not like this on the ground and in the forest. The gentler sound rustled through the branches and leaves, a bit like a mist, and reminded people of the bagpipe sound in the storybook, the melodious but lonely music. The girl had always only seen it in words, but she seemed to be able to imagine what kind of sound it was, just like her mood at the moment.

At the foot of Carabos, the ruins of the city are extending towards the endless forest. The moonlight is like clouds and waves, sprinkling on the long-collapsed ancient buildings and the towering trees with lush branches and leaves, giving them a layer of milky white light. In places where the moonlight cannot reach, the shadows of high-rise buildings are rising and falling, winding forward, forming a strange picture. They are all lifeless creations, but the magical thing is that Carabos always understands the mood of these stones or rotten wood, silent, ostentatious, tough, fragile... All the voices of the soul have a common language in the darkness, and Carabos understands the darkness, just like understanding itself.

Darkness is the home of tranquility and tolerance, and the destination of all things and the soul.

These are the words her mother said, and Carabosse has always kept them in mind, regarding them as the philosophy of life and the supreme motto.

If anyone tries to distort this power, even if that person hides at the end of the distant universe, Karabosse will never let him go.

I just don’t know if other people have such determination.

"Favrona," the girl said without turning around. Her voice floated behind her and reached someone's ears. "Since you are here, why are you hiding? Come here."

"Uh."

She had wanted to go to the rooftop to enjoy the fresh air, but she unexpectedly bumped into the sister she feared the most. Favrona, who was hesitating whether to show up, was a little embarrassed for a moment. However, she was always thick-skinned, so she quickly recovered and pretended that nothing had happened. She walked to Carabosse's side and greeted her with a wry smile: "Good evening, sister Carabosse. You can't sleep either, are you coming out for a walk?"

She emphasized the two points of "not being able to sleep" and "taking a walk" to show that she did not stay up late on purpose. However, as an older sister, how could she not see through her younger sister's little thoughts? Carabosse just raised her eyelids and glanced at Favrona lightly, which made the latter feel that she had been completely seen through, and her smile froze on her face.

She knew that nothing in the Heavenly Holy Church could be hidden from her two elder sisters. They could not bear to hide anything from the gentle and kind elder sister, and they dared not hide anything from the stern elder sister who seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"Hahaha."

Favrona naturally did not dare to hide it. After laughing dryly twice, she finally gave in under her sister's calm gaze and admitted dejectedly, "Well, actually I didn't come out for a walk. I just had a nightmare and couldn't sleep."

"Dream?" Carabosse frowned slightly, but even such an action seemed elegant and dignified.

"kindness."

Favrona looked away in embarrassment, feeling so ashamed that she could not sleep because of a nightmare. Sister Carabosse would definitely think she was a coward. Fortunately, she was not as talkative as Fei Er, so she probably would not tell anyone else. She could still save some face in front of her sisters.

Naturally, Carabosse would not laugh at her sister's cowardice, but asked, "What kind of dream is it?"

Huh?
Is Sister Carabosse interested in dreams?
Favrona was a little confused at first, but soon she was relieved: maybe she just wanted to find a topic to chat about, and this topic really hit Favrona's heart. She had long wanted to find someone to confide her nightmare to. If she kept that strange dream full of confusion and madness in her heart, it would undoubtedly be a kind of mental torture. Favrona originally wanted to wait until dawn to talk to Gloria. As the master of the mind, she knew the meaning of the dreams of living beings best. But since Sister Carabosse wanted to listen, it would be okay to tell her first. "Hey!"

The red-haired girl propped one hand on the railing at the edge of the rooftop, flipped over and jumped, landing steadily next to Carabosse. The whole set of movements seemed smooth, but it was also very dangerous. This was the rooftop of a 100-story building, at least 300 meters above the ground. If you were not careful, you would fall down. Although with the strength of the girl Wang Quan, her life would not be in danger, but she would definitely make a big fool of herself.

Favrona has always been like this, enthusiastic, outspoken, and likes to be in the spotlight. She is a perfect match for Fei'er, who likes to stir up trouble. Whenever something happens, these two people are always there. However, Carabosse has long been accustomed to her style of doing things, so she didn't criticize her. She just helped her to sit up before she was still sitting firmly, and by the way, she helped her to push a few strands of red hair that were flying in the cold night wind to the back of her head, and gently pressed it down, so that she would look more obedient.

Although she knew Ephraim's character and her hair would be messy again soon, this was a habitual action after all, and her body moved on its own before her brain realized it.

Favrona turned her head and laughed at her sister, looking silly. Because of this action, the hair that had just been pressed down fluttered in the wind again, and the speed of spreading was faster than Carabosse expected.

The latter suddenly felt helpless, but didn't say anything. He just nodded slightly, indicating that you can start telling about the dream.

Favrona organized her words in her mind before she began to tell the story. Strangely enough, she usually didn't even have the patience to listen to stories, let alone tell them, but she remembered this dream very clearly, so she told it in an orderly manner, not missing even the most insignificant details. After she finished telling the story, Favrona herself felt very incredible: Is this really my level of narrative? Could it be that I was possessed by some dirty thing? Pah, pah, pah, this is my mother's holy land, there is no dirty thing here, so I should say... I was possessed by Sister Xiaoxia?
So, can I tell stories to my younger sisters instead of Sister Xiaoxia?
Can he replace it?
Favrona couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Carabosse was also lost in thought, but it was certainly not because of her sister's sudden improvement in narrative ability, but because she felt familiar with her dream.

She had experienced the exact same dream.

Faith was distorted, doctrine was profaned, the nature of royal power began to move to extremes, the believers under the throne were fanatical and unreasonable, the gods on the throne were evil and indifferent, an irresistible force seemed to be changing the spiritual world of those humans. It was an invasion from the outside world, but it seemed to affect the outside world in turn, leading that world to an unimaginable path.

And it must be the wrong path.

Ominous omens are about to take shape. Will the stars in the sky remain bright forever? Or is it that the filth in people's hearts is corroding them until they are completely destroyed?

Carabosse sighed softly, and this sigh called Favrona back from her deep thoughts. She looked at her sister curiously and blinked her eyes: "Why are you sighing, Sister Carabosse? Is there anything strange about this dream?"

The black-haired girl glanced at her and said, "It's strange that you would have such a dream."

"You are so mysterious, Sister Carabosse. It's just a dream. What's so strange about it? I've had many strange dreams in the past, but I didn't tell you about them."

"What if I say I had the same dream?"

Favrona was stunned for a moment, her expression a little confused.

Carabosse raised her head, staring at the night sky out of her sister's sight. Her eyes were inexplicably deep. "And I guess it's not just us. Others should have had the same dream, but to varying degrees. People with lesser degrees cannot remember the content of the dream, and people with more severe degrees, like you, just regard it as a dream and don't take it seriously."

"But don't forget what Gloria once said."

Her tone was meaningful: "Dreams are omens of the soul. Everything that appears in a dream will appear in reality in another form, and by then it will be too late."

The atmosphere suddenly became serious. The night wind blew through the forest, and the sound was like a tide, sometimes far away and sometimes close. Favrona seemed to be shocked by her sister's aura. She couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, she squeezed out a sentence: "Uh, did Gloria say this?"

This sentence shattered the sophisticated image that Carabosse had been maintaining. She glared at her careless sister and said, "Besides the prank with Fei'er, what else did you remember?"

The cherry blossom flavored soda in the supermarket is actually quite sweet...

Favrona licked her lips subconsciously because of her sister's words, as if she recalled a pleasant past. But she soon realized that this was not the time to show off in front of her sister, and hurriedly smiled and said, "Ha, ha, I'm just a little curious. Since everyone has had similar dreams, why didn't Gloria mention it? Isn't she the one who knows the most about dreams?"

Although it was a statement made in a hurry to change the subject, it did point out the most critical issue. Carabosse's eyes flickered for a moment, and after a while, he lowered his eyelids, hiding his deep thoughts: "I think it's probably because she was less affected - including her, the Order Kingships such as Sister Xiaoxia were affected very little, almost negligible. However, the Chaos Kingships including you and me are different."

"Why?" Favrona couldn't understand. They were both royal powers, so why were order and chaos affected by dreams to different degrees?

Carabos knew the answer, but she didn't know how to express it in a tactful way so as not to expose the truth and embarrass others. So she thought about it and chose a plausible answer: "Perhaps it is because for some people, the power of the Chaos Kingship is more in line with them and the needs of that era."

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