Human dimension reduction

The Pieta Church is a room of more than 40 square meters, with a small area, but the high ceiling design of the two floors and the closed dome make the space here infinitely elongated visually, and there is a kind of soul that wants to be sucked into the infinite heights. The dizziness in the sky, unconsciously filled with unspeakable awe of the surrounding environment.

There is only one statue in the room. The marble statue of the Virgin embraces the dead Son. The face of the stone statue is full of solemn mourning. The coat with soft lines is placed on the shoulders, revealing a large chest and arms, and the curly long hair is scattered on the chest. , falling on the peaceful face of the dead Son, the Virgin turned her face sideways, wanting to call to the sky, but she couldn't take her eyes off the child's face, the frozen posture was full of depressing pain, and her bare and round arms held The upper body of the Holy Son, the whole body is brought down and poured down.

Taking off the laurel crown of the Virgin, she is just an ordinary mother who embraces her son.

The mother in extreme pain stares at everyone who stays by the statue with her pair of pale eyes without pupils, so all the viewers can feel the extreme grief from those eyes.

This work by the master sculptor of the Renaissance was originally in the collection of the Louvre. After Charles I, who loved extravagance, came to the throne, he was presented by the king on the grounds that "the artistic style is not suitable for the joyful and lively Louvre". Notre Dame Cathedral, Notre Dame Cathedral specially built this Pieta Church to store this statue of Pieta.

Elianora stepped into the room by the light of the lantern held by the strange priest, and looked around casually.

Except for the statue of the Pieta, there is nothing else in the room. The murals on the wall have long since become dull in color after the baptism of time, matching the decayed and solemn smell of the cathedral. Lifting the human soul up and up in the silence.

"A very wonderful work, isn't it?" The priest bent down, put the lantern in his hand in front of the pedestal of the statue, lifted the loose hem of his clothes, and sat cross-legged on the ground without hesitation, looking up at the masterpiece in front of him.

"The art that transcends time, it appeared in the world before we were born, and will watch us grow old and die, everything in the world, war, money, fame, power, everything will turn into decayed dust, only it is eternal Standing here unchanged, like a god, watching us."

The priest's voice sounded like a raving in the dark. He didn't look at Ellianora, nor did he talk to him, but just muttered to himself, as if a lunatic was recounting a deviant dream.

Ellianora set her eyes on the priest's back, her expression changed slightly.

"You shouldn't speak of God so easily, it's disrespectful to God, unknown priest."

The priest with extraordinary height put his hands loosely on his lap, still in the same posture of raising his head: "But I know my love for Him better than anyone else, you can open my chest and ask me If my heart hesitates for a moment, if my heart hesitates for a moment, it is up to you to throw it into the sewage like rotten cheese."

Ellianora sneered silently: "Thin words and exaggerated oaths are the quagmire of the rainstorm. The Lord once taught us not to trust sweet words decorated with flowers. I will not tell Bishop Humbert of your disrespect, nor Please restrain your words and deeds in the future."

The priest finally laughed. He turned his face and looked at Elianora with his pale blue-gray eyes. For a moment, the eunuch with an arrogant and indifferent expression seemed to perceive the vast world from the far east. Bitter ice and snow blowing in between.

The strange world that he had never seen before briefly opened the mysterious veil, revealing a wild and magnificent corner. Ellianora was stunned for a second, then bent down obsessively, approached those eyes, and murmured Whispering: "You have a pair of beautiful eyes... The outline of the skeleton is also very beautiful... Do you know "Destroy Sodom"?"

"The Archangel who came to announce the destruction of the city with a horn should look like this, majestic and holy enough, the flood roared behind him, like a beast or a puppy, you can command the flood to wash away by raising your hand The whole sinful city, people cry for help, but you will never be moved by it... Blonde hair? Ah, yes, it is blond hair, the golden color that belongs to God, and a star favored by God should have such divine hair color……"

"You are an angel surrounded by love and lust. Sodom became a city of sin because of you, but you don't understand human love at all, so you can't hear human begging, see human sacrifices, and can't touch it. To the love that human beings hold before you...you are an all-seeing angel, but also an empty puppet, you love the world and all living beings, and you equally ignore all living beings..."

His tone gradually fell into confusion. At this moment, the strange priest in front of him had turned into another symbol, a familiar image. The thin character was gradually perfected in his mind, and the bones were covered with full flesh. Flesh and flesh, the contours of the facial features broke through the mist and suddenly became clear. A stern face with divinity was separated from the paper, and it appeared on the sky with an innocent and cold expression. The scene of Pieta Church was infinitely far away. , in front of him is the sky and the earth, the six-winged angel is carrying the surging flood, and the snow-white wings spread out behind him. The light surrounds and envelops.

The eunuch's beautiful face was flushed, nervous light flickered in his eyes, his lavender pupils dilated with excitement, he blinked his long eyelashes, staring at the face in front of him like a beast catching prey, and then Staring at each other like lovers gazing at a rose, a dramatic and abnormal passion poured out. For a moment, Petrosa felt that Elianola fell in love with him deeply, and deeply hated himself.

"I profess my love to you with my heart, and you brought a flood to destroy me."

Ellianora recited the lines she knew so well, and snatched a certain soul sleeping in her body. Standing on tiptoe, she sang the words of the dead from the yellowed ancient scrolls smoothly with a beautiful trembling voice. shout.

"I call your name! From the stars below the throne of God! Death, so sweet is your gift to me! You pitiless perfect creation, hollow puppet!"

The human beings who could not get a response opened their arms in pain, begging for the last attention and pity to the angel who brought destruction, and scolded sadly and pitifully: "What a cruel god! When giving you a flawless life, how can you be so cruel?" Deprived of your ability to perceive joy! What an arrogant human being! I actually want to pull God's creation down from the sky! Could it be that I am really the remnant of the devil? If the devil can fulfill my wish, let me be killed. Sulfur burns in hell!"

"You empty, sad puppet! I beg—beg—beg your pale gaze, even in the cold prison of death, to soothe my thirsty soul—"

His voice stopped abruptly, as if his body was swallowed up by the flood summoned by the cruel angel in the plot, and he sank into the cold and filthy bottom along with the fanatical love that had nowhere to turn.

Elianora's pupils suddenly dilated for a moment, as if she had really seen a flood without a top, and even her breathing stopped for a few seconds in the immersive death, a tear fell down her cheek, and a pair of eyes appeared in her blurred vision. With eyes the same color as ice and snow, the angel in the sky quietly looked at this human being who was babbling incomprehensibly, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes from the beginning to the end.

"My God, how can I find a little love in your empty heart?"

Petrosa stood in front of Alianora who was kneeling on the ground, the eunuch who was trapped in his own world muttered to himself a sentence that did not belong to the script, his lavender pupils stared at Petrosa's The eyes, the sharp soul belonging to the artist, are like a long knife, directly cutting open the skin, and seeing the empty heart of the priest hidden under the flawless smile, which is exactly the same as that of the archangel.

The priest's smile froze on his face.

Standing and sitting, it took an unknown amount of time before Ellianora broke away from the drama, her eyes full of obsessed love regained clarity, her drowned soul fell into a deep sleep again, and the eunuch blinked and erased The moisture on the eyelids showed a lazy smile to the priest: "How does it feel to be loved by me with all my heart?"

Elianola didn't explain her sudden crazy behavior at all, and Petrosha didn't seem to feel how abnormal this behavior was. The expressions of the two looked as if it was just as common as eating and drinking. normal behavior.

"It's strange." Unexpectedly, the priest didn't try to be perfunctory, but thought carefully for a while before replying slowly, "As a priest, to be so passionately loved... This feeling is very, very strange."

Ellianora didn't expect him to say anything interesting at first, but as the other party spoke, his expression slowly changed, and after a long time, he suddenly burst into laughter.

The priest lowered his eyes quietly, waiting patiently for Ellianora to finish laughing.

The eunuch laughed so weakly that he simply lay down on the ground, his thin cloak spread out, revealing sporadic snow-white skin under the unmade clothes.

"Yeah... Strange, it's really weird."

Elianora is used to this feeling of being chased by crazy love, everyone will sink in his sight, and do all kinds of unreasonable things for his return, even if he is a professional actor, no matter how cold and unfeeling Artists like him will also obsessively chase his back after the scene with him, and there are so many people like Francois who fell in love with him at first sight that it makes him numb.

He has never tasted the pain of not being able to court, so he can be a mischievous witch who plays with people's hearts, or a ignorant virgin who doesn't understand people's hearts, but he will never be the perfect Salome, the drowning man who chased the angel's gaze to death .

He lay on the ground for a while, and a crazy idea rose from his chest. He suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed Petrosa's ankle. His slender fingers slowly exerted force, and his soft body was like a water snake. , with damp water vapor, climbed up the calf little by little, the long pale golden hair was winding and scattered, the pair of beautiful purple eyes were shining dangerously and seductively, the snow-white cheeks were stuck to the skin through the clothes. Petrosha's legs are in an extremely soft and pitiful gesture.

Under the gaze of the statue of the Pieta, this beautiful snake looked at the dignified priest, and hissed out the poisonous juice: "O priest who swears to dedicate himself to the Lord, please save the lost lamb in front of you, he has never If you have tasted the pursuit of love, if you really love your Lord as you say, then please reject his love, ignore his prayers, and regard his pursuit as a test of the devil to prove it Your piety!"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but when he said this, he seemed to see the indifferent priest smile, the corner of his mouth was raised holy and charming, but it was like an expression carved out of marble, cold to the void filled with divinity.

The priest who lured the lamb into his arms put his hand on the eunuch's head and said solemnly and slowly, "I promise you."

At the moment when their eyes didn't meet, the two of them showed terrifyingly sweet smiles at the same time.

When the bell in the bell tower struck twelve times, the priest who sent Eleanora away went outside. It was midnight, and the sky was still dark. And fine wine anesthetized the fragile nerves invaded by the war, so at this moment, except for him, no one could see that at the end of what should be the black horizon, there was faintly a touch of azure belonging to noon flickering.

He took out his pocket watch and checked the time on it.

The time shown above is one o'clock in the afternoon.

Petrosa put away his pocket watch and lowered his eyelashes thoughtfully.

It is one o'clock in the afternoon in Gaul in the real world, and it is still midnight inside the black hole, but now... the sky that belongs to reality is slowly melting into the night.

What has changed in this world is eroding reality at an unnaturally fast rate.

——The black hole of Paris seems to be about to land in this world.