Overturned Tower

When Russell opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the church again.

It looked like the hallway of a church.

The noon sun shines in from the side, through a part of the glass-colored transparent wall, and burns out colorful and continuously flowing rainbow lights on the ground.

And more sunlight poured in from nowhere, reflecting the entire sanctuary incomparably brightly. But when Russell lowered his head, he couldn't even see his own shadow.

This is not a complete building, just a corridor.

On one side is stained glass, on the other side are many portraits. Some of the portraits were still covered with a heavy red cloth, while others had been removed.

The entire corridor is made of pure white stone bricks. In addition, there are silver-white candlesticks placed at intervals, and there are ivory white walls and ceilings.

Those candlesticks were quietly burning pale flames. But even the candlestick itself had no shadow at all.

It was the incomparably radiant temple that Russell saw in the depths of his heart after completing the psionic transfer.

Russell didn't stop immediately, but tried to move forward.

He passed the portraits and continued walking.

But he walked a long way, and always felt that this corridor seemed to have no end and no end. All the paintings around him were covered with red cloth, and he seemed to have seen seventy or eighty portraits covered with red cloth.

The hallway has no end and no end. No matter how far you go, it's just a reciprocating cycle in this corridor.

But when he turned around, he found that he hadn't gone very far—not far ahead were those portraits with the red cloth removed.

He just walked back a few portraits and stopped in front of Morgan's portrait.

When Russell looked over, the portrait turned into a mirror at some point.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and raised her hand curiously.

Outside the mirror, her hand has also become Morgan's hand—when she curiously reached out to touch her ear, the touch in her hand was that of a horse's ear, not the familiar cat's ear.

"It turns out that my change...is it like this?"

Morgan murmured, "That pale mask is just a mirror?"

But "Morgan" in the mirror put his hands on his hips in dissatisfaction, and complained: "You're out of play, Russell.

"Morgan wouldn't speak in that tone. Barber is about the same."

"So... what should Morgan be like?"

Morgan said softly: "She was a strong person with love and determination in her heart. But she was also a fragile person.

"What is immersed in her heart is still the guilt for taking away the opportunity for the blue song robin to go to school in the past. This kind of guilt extends out, creating a desire for self-destruction... She yearns for a meaningful death.

"It's not so much that she is determined to fight against Cammarthe, it's better to say that she is choosing a suitable grave for herself."

"I don't need a grave."

"Morgan" in the mirror shook his head: "It's enough for me to dissolve in this rainstorm.

"I'm worthless and worthless. I'm just an ordinary person with a little luck... I was lucky enough to meet him. But luck will eventually run out, and I will eventually dissolve in water."

"It is ultramarine blue water. Or, it is dissolved in the ocean. It is born in the same hue as the blue songbird's wings, and finally turns into colorful foam under the sun..."

Morgan stared at himself in the mirror, and murmured in a low voice: "Like a 'daughter of the sea', your core is a 'sacrifice desire'."

"It's not 'you.' It's 'we.'"

The "Morgan" in the mirror grows increasingly disaffected.

But when Morgan raised her head again... In terms of temperament and demeanor, she had completely become the real Morgan.

On the contrary, Morgan in the mirror is more like an actor.

It's like an actor wearing a Morgan costume, sitting down and drinking water carelessly in the lounge. That's an action that doesn't fit the "role".

"Yes, is us."

Morgan said obediently, and replied in a gentle voice: "I was wrong."

Because Morgan deserves it.

She took a step back a little timidly, but then she stood firm and stared at herself in the mirror.

Because Morgan deserves it.

She raised her hand, and with just a thought, her right arm became colorless and transparent, dissolving into water. But they are very contrary to the common sense of physics. They did not fall freely from the sky, but just like shaking a mineral water bottle with only one-third of the water, the white foamy water changed violently in the air.

Then, they gathered together again to form an arm. There are even clothes, as if there is no difference from before.

It was a perfect imitation.

I'm afraid even the blue robin can't tell which one is the real Morgan.

"But at best, it's just 'imitation.'"

"Morgan" in the mirror shook his head: "You still don't understand...Russell."

As her words fell, Morgan outside the mirror changed back to Russell's form at some point.

But she was still Morgan in the mirror.

The first psychic failure made Russell's eyes widen in astonishment.

Morgan in the mirror smiled sweetly, and replied in a girlish light tone that Morgan would never have: "You are too similar, Russell! But it is because you are too similar that it is unreal.

"You're just reading the script. You're not the real 'Morgan,' you're the 'ultimate Morgan' you've seen.”

…No, it wasn't an air Morgan could never have had.

It may exist. But it's just impossible for Morgan to exist in this period... After all, Morgan also had her girlhood.

If she thinks about it this way, she may also have the day when she grows up and gets married. Maybe there will be a day when she will give birth to a child with the blue song robin and become a mother. Maybe there will be a day when I become old and lie on the hospital bed full of children and grandchildren.

And what he played was Morgan who was stagnant at that moment.

But other Morgans are just as real Morgans.

Russell suddenly realized.

He was convinced.

He finally knew where he had made an omission.

People are changing, but the people he imitates don't change anymore. This is the biggest flaw.

"...a container of gods."

Russell softly called Morgan's name in the mirror: "Should I grant them growth?"

Hearing this, the "Container of God" became silent.

She looked at Russell and motioned him to follow her.

So she walked to the side.

"It's not so much growth..."

She walked and talked.

Russell also walked with her, watching her walk from Morgan's picture frame to the picture frame of Paradise Bird's father next door.

The original Morgan turned into a white-haired middle-aged man in an instant, but his words didn't change at all: "It's better to say that it's 'degenerate'."

He walked on and turned into a blue robin.

"You should leave a little possibility of 'wrong' for human nature. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Your divinity is so strong that you can understand human nature, but you cannot truly become a human being."

Then the blue robin became Alice.

With a clear and gentle voice, she continued: "You should give souls to these masks.

"Remember...you are playing them, not being them. Art comes from life, and is greater than life...

"No matter what, you should be yourself. You have to allow these masks to deviate from the 'role you know', because the process of 'recognition' is also the understanding and interpretation of the role..."

Eventually, Alice transforms back into Russell.

He turned his head and looked at himself outside the mirror, showing a mischievous smile.

"Now, can you still be sure - it's you outside the mirror, not me?"

Russell said word for word.

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