Don't fall in love in the Shura field

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"What's your name?"

The girl with light brown long hair smiled and looked back, her peach-gold eyes seemed to be rippling with endless sunlight.

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The green-haired boy seemed to have fallen into an extremely long dream.

Since he was created, his consciousness has always been muddled, and he only has the most basic perception of the world he lives in.He knows that there will be fragrant flowers blooming in the field in spring, that fireflies will descend like stars in summer, that ripe and delicious fruits will bear on trees in autumn, and that the earth will sleep and everything will be silent in winter.

When he is happy, he does not know that he is happy; when he is sad, he does not know that he is sad.

Carefree, "It's not bad even if it continues like this?"

Until the unintentional humanoid weapon had a dream.

The protagonist in the dream is not him, but it seems to be him.

He has the perspective of the white-haired boy in the dream, experiencing the same feelings as him.

The boy has a delicate face, but it looks like a doll with an expressionless face, and there is indifference in Violet's eyes.

He is the son of nightmare.

Walking in the gap between dreams and reality, what you see in your eyes is the interweaving of the past and the future. It is neither a person nor a god, nor a tool nor a thing. The boundless night spreads. Walking in nothingness and chaos for a long time, even if you live in the world for a long time Unable to resonate with the hustle and bustle of the world.

But for everything about human beings, it is just "knowing".

From the perspective of nightmare, it seems that even the "beast" has begun to have wisdom and thinking.

How similar.

One was purposefully created by the gods from the very beginning.When they were created, they had no rationality, no soul, no "self". The dolls created by the hands of the gods had no human form but no human heart. They were as empty as wild beasts running in the wilderness; one eye could see through everything, Where the past and the future lose their boundaries, the ability to predict is sometimes a miracle, and sometimes it is feared by mortals?

"You, you are a devil!"

"Go away! You are not welcome here!"

"He must have brought the bad luck..."

Disgusting, whispering, exiled by the crowd, and exiled by the crowd.

The reality is noisy, and the dream is sinking.

He saw lions bowing their heads and sniffing the fragrance of flowers, ferocious beasts fighting for food, kind women handing a bowl of steaming porridge to roadside beggars, men abandoning their wives and children, and tulips blooming. The manor was full, and the peaceful village was also ignited by the flames of war.

omniscient.

bystander.

People who look at everything now.

Occasionally, the Son of Nightmare would also enter the dreamland. Perhaps the dreamland is the deepest and most unscrupulous place in human subconsciousness. He has seen warmth and happiness there, but more is the endless greed of human beings.For money, power, beauty, longevity...

Endless pursuit, even the dream presents a filthy black.

Is this "human"?

Is this the "human heart"?

What is the difference between it and the beast running in the forest, and the hollow with only the body?

However, he still saw it.

—It was a golden dream.

The sun is as bright and clear as glass, the air seems to be able to smell the faint fragrance of flowers, and the cool wind gently brushes the leaves, bringing the tranquility and leisure in the afternoon.

Then, he met a pair of peach-gold eyes.

"You are……?"

The flower branches sway gently in the breeze.

Sunlight dances with honey at the bottom of the clear lake.

It's as if even time stands still.

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I don't know when I became familiar with it.

Obviously at the beginning, he just went to the wrong place, thinking that meeting this time was just a coincidence, and that he would never meet again.

But the reason why an accident is an accident lies in its irresistibility.

Since that time when he almost ran away, the boy had an indescribable feeling that he didn't even notice. When he entered the dream again, his mind automatically connected to the curious person in the nightmare's subconscious.

When the faint fragrance of flowers came from the tip of the nose again, the warm sunshine bathed the body again, and the dreamlike beautiful sea of ​​flowers was seen in front of my eyes again, standing in the sunlight, it seemed to be more dazzling and moving than the sunlight. The little girl turned her head——

As irresistible as fate and time.

"meet again."

She said with a smile.

"This time, can you give me a chance to meet you?"

——.

"What's your name?"

The little girl blinked her eyes, her smile was as bright and warm as sunlight with the fragrance of flowers.

"I'm Eri."

"Yu...li?"

The boy stammered out the name, which sounds strange to him.

"Yeah!" The little girl smiled and bent her eyes, the starlight fell in those beautiful eyes, and countless rays of light rippled out, "The full name is Sakura Miya Eri. I heard from the big sister who took care of me, because it was in the cherry blossoms. I saw me somewhere, so I took the surname Yinggong."

"What about you?" she asked.

"Why do you have to know the name?"

"Why do you need to know the name?"

Nightmare asked in confusion, "Do humans like exchanging names so much?"

"Is the name that important?"

"Of course." The little girl smiled slightly with her eyes bent, and answered as a matter of course.

"Because someone told me that the name is "mantra". "

"It is a spell that connects two people who have nothing to do with each other and weaves it with fate."

"Exchanging names also connects each other's fate."

The little girl smiled and asked:

"Are you going to switch names with me?"

The boy whispered, "...I don't have a name."

"Eh? Is that so?" The little girl seemed to be a little distressed, but soon she smiled again, and she said, "That's okay, the name is just a code name that can be called. The important thing is that we are exchanging information about each other. It’s time to get to know each other.”

Maybe the wind is too gentle, maybe the smile on the little girl's face is too warm.

--Who are you?

"I am the child of nightmare."

"I am a weapon made by God."

"I'm……"

"I am……"

"Merlin."

"Enkidu"

Under the gaze of those clear eyes, in the dream, the white-haired son of nightmare spoke his name for the first time.Thus, outside the dream, the green-haired humanoid weapon spoke his name for the first time.

Then, they exchanged names, and with each other's "curse" wrapped around their bodies, it's normal that the relationship gradually deepens, isn't it?

Appreciate the flowers together, travel through the dreamland together, and experience many things together.

Sometimes, two people who have nothing to do just fall into the sea of ​​flowers leisurely.

"Want to take a nap together?"

The little girl yawned delicately and spoke in a daze.

Couldn't say no to her.

Nor did he want to reject her.

So, he naturally replied, "Okay."

In the leisurely afternoon, the sunlight sprinkled the ground like gold, adding a beautiful golden layer to the dreamy sea of ​​flowers.

The unknown fantasy animal flicked its tail lazily, and nestled at the little girl's feet like a fluffy plant. She propped her head up, half-closed her eyes, and gradually felt drowsy.Maybe the afternoon sun is too lazy, maybe the slow breeze is too gentle, maybe the smell of the boy next to him is too good, warm as silk that has just been sunbaked and soaked up the sun. Under the quilt, the little girl gradually relaxed, leaned on the boy's shoulder and fell asleep without knowing it.

The girl with light brown long hair had a tranquil face, her long and thick eyelashes were finely sprinkled with gold powder by the sun, trembling gently like a butterfly, and two rows of fan shadows hung down on her fair face.Her breathing was light, as soft as her whole being.

The sun is shining brightly, sprinkled on the girl, on the boy, and on all things on the earth, the breeze brushes over the leaves, the green waves rustle, the faint fragrance of flowers floats in the air, the boy and the girl lean on each other , sinking into the lazy summer dream together.

then.

is separation.

In the book of fate, from the beginning, it is doomed to write a good ending.

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Enkidu always thought it was the best dream he ever had, and he thought he would never meet that little girl again.

But now, they meet again.

The young man looked at the brown-haired girl quietly and intently, at her long white dress, at the ruby ​​on her white forehead, at her clear eyes, the blurred face in memory gradually overlapped with the person in front of him, and slowly deepened, finally To stay in those peach-gold eyes in which endless daylight falls.

Can't help but smile.

So, the green-haired boy obeyed his will and smiled as if he was relieved.

--Very good.

"Finally I can meet you, Eri."

——Finally, I see you again.

This time, I met you in the name of "Enkidu", and only in the name of "Enkidu".

The author has something to say: One chapter with two strategies √ Your dream and my empathy √

Sao or I Sao [.

I'm sorry, it's too vulgar, I know, but I really want to just sue like this

Private setting: Meilin & Xiao En, who have not grown up, are inspired by the eternally isolated Utopia.I have time to fix it.

Apart from other things, just looking at the conceptual setting of [Observer] and [Humanoid Weapon], I feel that the two people are actually alike, or in other words, the divine kings like Shining and Solomon are actually different It’s about loving [person] but being separated from [person], this kind of writing BE is particularly touching, ah, I’m dead, no, I really want to write woo

[The big brothers who have seen it still ask for a message, okay qwq]