Just like Piaget left himself to drink coffee,

Very sincere and natural.

Then, he found himself standing in a dark place.

Accompanied by a long drink,

Opposite, countless torches were lit, yes, torches.

It is precisely because of the light source on the opposite side that the three-dimensional sense of the space here suddenly appears.

This is a cliff, and Karen stands alone on this side, while all the figures and torches are on the opposite side.

The mountains on both sides are very high, and you can't see the stars when you look up, so this may be in a canyon or in a mountain.

Gradually, there were more and more torches on the other side of the cliff, and in the abyss in the middle, there were also fireflies-like beings rising up, spreading soft and mysterious light all around.

Karen saw slaves standing on the entire cliff opposite. They were bare-chested, and the sweat on their bodies reflected a shiny sheen under the light of the torches.

Some of them were digging with axes and carving knives, while others were transporting stones;

Among them, there is also a large group of people wearing purple robes. They usually carry paint and are painting with brushes.

When the fireflies in the abyss flew to a certain height, the colors on the opposite cliff finally appeared in Karen's field of vision.

At the bottom is a pair of feet, further up is the calf, and still further up is the knee.

Next to that foot, there are countless "beast corpses" lying, as well as densely packed humans who are worshiping.

Whether it is the corpse of a beast or a worshiping human being, they are all very small, even smaller than a giant's fingernail.

This is a work in progress, a true religious mural.

A being with such a height can only be a true god!

so,

This is a mural of the true God coming to earth.

"Yo...uh..."

The long and rhythmic shout sounded again, like a trumpet.

The slaves on the opposite side began to shout in unison, forming a special rhythm.

And those in purple robes also danced together.

"Yo...uh..."

The strange and depressing sound, spread by the crowd, formed an echo in the empty valley, and the echo was like a new member joining, blessing the rhythm.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

At this time, the slaves and the purple-robed men holding paint began to stamp their feet on the ground, clapped vigorously, and danced a simple dance.

next moment,

They suddenly turned collectively and faced the side of the abyss where Karen stood alone.

Karen was a little confused. Originally, he was just an "outsider" observing silently in the dark, but now, he has become the center of attention.

However, Karen soon discovered that she was being too sentimental.

Because a huge woman's head appeared from the abyss in front of her. She rose like a giantess... No, it didn't look like she was rising. It was more like she was just squatting in the abyss. At this time, she was just squatting in the abyss.

He stood up.

Her hair was like vines, with circles of light flowing on it. The fireflies that flew out earlier were just part of her body.

When she stood up completely,

Karen, standing behind her, felt as if she was being suppressed by a great being.

This is a kind of intuitive insignificance, and it is also a kind of cold spiritual suppression.

From reading the book, you will feel that some ancient people chose to worship the so-called gods, which was simply feudal and uncivilized;

But when that huge figure appears in front of you, you can immediately feel the urge to worship.

worship,

Not because of admiration and respect,

But when you don't have the courage to escape, worship seems to be the only action left.

The giantess's left hand slowly raised. Her left hand held up a pond, with various colors flowing in the pond.

The female giant's right hand also slowly raised. Her right hand was a huge piece of color-changing feathers.

She began to insert her right hand into her left hand,

Sprinkle endless colors,

The splashed colors suddenly turned into swarms of fireflies and started flying again.

Her right hand began to touch the cliff in front of her that was higher than her body.

The content of the murals began to become more rich and specific.

The appearance of a true male god gradually becomes more vivid under this "exhibition".

She is not a god,

She is the creator of the mural,

She is creating murals for the true God,

But she is a god,

Because the slaves and the purple-robed men were all worshiping her.

God is a collective term.

Just like the female Christian Mills believer I saw in Mr. Morph's study.

The prostitutes on the sea islands can create Poseidon's lover Mills as their own belief. Why can't the craftsmen and slaves who created the murals also create a god of their own?

People prayed to avoid earthquake disasters, so they called out Mother Earth;

People prayed that the sea would be calm and that they would not encounter dangerous waves, so they called out the Poseidon;

People prayed for light to shine and disperse the darkness, so they called out the God of Light;

People prayed for order to come and bind the rules, so they called the God of Order.

God always appears when people need Him.

at last,

The giantess is at the top of the cliff,

A sun is drawn,

The sun shone thousands of rays, completely covering the empty valley in an instant.

Karen subconsciously covered her face with her arms to prevent herself from being burned by the dazzling light.

But when he loosened his arms,

But I saw the bright sunshine outside the bedroom window.

He was still lying on the bed, lying in the guest room of Piaget's house.

"call……"

It was a very good dream, not scary or thrilling, but very shocking and very epic.

Karen reached out and picked up the cold tea next to her and took a big sip.

Then,

He was stunned.

Because he saw that the ceiling above his head was not an ordinary chandelier wall. In fact, there were no lamps on it. In the entire guest room, there was only a bedside table lamp that could provide light source.

Therefore, he didn't notice it last night, but now when the sun was shining brightly outside, he saw that the top of his head was actually a painting.

In the work, there is an abyss canyon exactly like in the dream.

The difference is that the mural only provides scenes, but there is no "true god mural" on the cliff, nor those densely packed slaves and purple-robed craftsmen and painters, nor the huge woman.

Is it a psychological suggestion?

Although I didn't realize it, when I was drowsy last night, I actually "saw" the mural on my head, so I had the dream just now?

Is this the reason?

Karen got out of bed and got dressed.

As soon as he walked out of the guest room, he saw Piaget with disheveled hair also walking out of the bedroom. When he saw Karen, Piaget smiled happily:
To be continued...