Human dimension reduction

The flames that swept across Paris turned half of the sky red, and the soldiers and reporters stationed outside were numb all over. The air in front of them was already distorted by the high temperature. The magnificent and magnificent palaces and narrow dilapidated dilapidated houses of the Middle Ages were destroyed equally under the scythe of death, and the sound of glass cracking became one piece. With the help of the communication equipment worn by the firefighters who entered the fire scene, they clearly saw the hell appearance.

At the same time, faint and melodious singing voices faintly passed into their ears.

"What kind of sound is this...?"

Someone showed an obsessed look.

When the black hole in Paris was revealed to the world, artists from all over the world flocked to it. In order to maintain order, the Gaul government refused all flights to Paris and blocked the surrounding railways. Big guys—especially those lunatics who are obsessed with art, most of them have money and leisure and their brains are quick.

Gaul University directly organized an "Art Appreciation" group, and took the travel decree issued by the Deputy Prime Minister of Gaul to enter the blockade without any hindrance, let alone any other powerful relatives and friends. In the end, come here " The artists who discover inspiration and study art” are almost forming a group.

These men, women, young and old, spanning half a century, are sitting or standing... There are even guys lying on the ground outside "catching the skirt of the muse".

"Look at these stupid geese...what on earth is holding their eggs and making them so desperate."

The soldiers standing outside the safety line stretched out their hands again and pulled an old man who was about to stretch his neck into a dangerous distance, complaining to his companions.

"Rough soldier! Listen! This wonderful music! This is definitely a masterpiece that surpasses all singers in the world. You should be grateful to the Lord for giving you the organ of ears for being able to hear it!"

The old man who had trimmed a fine mustache and rolled the ends of his beard widened his eyes, and tapped the ground with his cane. Infinite vitality burst out from his dry and thin body, and he waved his hands to direct the students behind him: " Listen! Listen carefully! This is definitely the eunuch singing that has been lost for a long time! The treble that can surpass the limit of human beings, the extremely gorgeous resonance, and the transition without any excessive traces - as long as you can learn a little, you can stand in the Vienna Royal On to the theater stage!"

The young men and women behind him were also beaten like chicken blood one by one, wishing to take off their ears and throw them into the black hole, to feel the singing of the sea monster from the sky up close.

"Damn it, get rid of this group of things that are in the way! It's burning inside, didn't you see it!" The officers stationed in the field were all dispatched, and when they turned around and saw this group of obsessed-looking guys still here "admiring the Muse", their blood pressure whizzed He rushed to the top of his head, yelling for his subordinates to expel these precious big guys quickly.

"This is not an art museum for them to visit exhibitions! There are already dead people inside!" He roared to express his dissatisfaction.

"They're all lunatics..." Watching his subordinates dragging and dragging the group of "art appreciation" team members into the car, the officer took off his hat, snorted fiercely on his hairless forehead, and complained viciously in his heart After a pass, when he turned his gaze to the magnificent and magnificent Paris fire scene in front of him, his eyes were already full of fear.

He didn't understand how those "artists" could calmly be fascinated by an ethereal singing voice inside. He only saw the air distorted by the heat wave and the collapsed buildings. The scene of the end of the world would not be more terrifying than this, but What's even more frightening is... the thin plane belonging to the black hole is rapidly dissolving.

It was about to land in reality, at the cost of devouring Paris, bringing the art and beauty that madmen crave.

But, but not like this...

He stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him. Even when he accompanied his son to see the Alliance of Avengers, the special effects of the big scenes in it were not so miraculous. The plane that sealed the bizarre dreams had been dissolved to almost nothing, and it was huge. The city quickly outlines its skeleton in the wilderness and fills it with flesh and blood. The luxurious and luxurious Palace of Fontainebleau is winding along the Seine River, and the city surrounded by flames is falling in people's desperate vision——

Then the roaring and unstoppable landing was hilariously stuck in the middle.

Half of the trees on the Champs-Elysees Avenue rustled their green branches and leaves, and half of the trees wailed in flames. They were separated by an invisible straight line. The Palace of Fontainebleau was burned by fire. Like a torch, the Palace of Versailles on the other side has been quiet for years, waiting for the next batch of tourists with a mottled time. The whole of Paris seems to be cut into two parts, half of which is immersed in the medieval colorful dream. Living and dancing with the flames, half of them returned to reality, and An An was making qualified exhibits.

But the two halves are in perfect harmony, the flame stays firmly outside the unknown line, and will not even lick a small grass one millimeter away, and the turbulent water of the Seine cannot extinguish Fontaine A small cluster of flames in the courtyard of Bailu Palace, their harmonious coexistence is enough to shame the leaders of all countries.

Seeing this weird symbiotic scene, everyone opened their mouths wide open.

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Ten minutes ago, the musician playing the Siberian accordion on the Belfry of Paris put down the instrument in his hand, dusted off the corner of his clothes, and took a bouquet of fragrant and delicate roses from his hands beside him.

This bouquet was exactly the same as the one thrown away by Queen Adele, with beautifully fragrant lilac flowers and fresh dewdrops on the petals, yet in just a few seconds, it seemed that a devil's hand had passed over it , the plump flower buds shriveled and twisted, and there were more traces of being crushed and trampled on them, like being crushed by wheels, trampled by boots, and stained with dirty muddy water. He patiently picked out the petals that were intact. For those lucky ones with fresh and tender flowers, there is only one flower that can enter his eyes in the end.

Adele, the puppet queen, has the ability to weave fantasy dreams. The puppet on the stage has lived her whole life in the dream woven for her by others, so she has also inherited this ability logically. The things she has recreated one by one, but all dreams will be shattered, and the things she wove also faithfully implement this characteristic, and the things that can be recreated by her will reproduce everything it has experienced in a short period of time , and finally solidified in the form it "should have" now.

Adele reproduced the bouquet of "Alice" entrusted to her, and in a very short period of time, this bouquet of flowers repeated its abandoned life, still appearing in a decayed and scattered posture. here.

Dolls in the glass house, puppet dolls spinning and smiling on the stage... No matter how beautiful the dreams are, they all have to return to the dirty and smelly reality.

Weaving fantasy dreams, whether it is a good dream or a nightmare, who can tell.

The Queen, with torn clothes and scorching marks, sat silently in the darkness of the bell tower, with her curly brown hair draped over her shoulders, sitting here with her knees hugged, like a small innocent mushroom, the musician When picking roses, she silently gathered the petals that fell at her feet little by little, and gathered them into a small pile.

The singing on the bell tower has become self-satisfied humming. There are no specific words, and it seems to be sung casually. , among the ups and downs, it is like offering a funeral lament for the grand decline of the city.

The musician who played the lute at the side combed the tail of the queen's scorched hair for the queen. With dexterous hands, she tied the queen's long hair into a bun and took care not to get the hair entangled with the ruby ​​on his hand. On the ring, I randomly picked an unopened Alice as a hairpin and put it in the queen's hair. The lavender buds tremblingly leaned on the queen's temples, like a glitzy corner left after the curtain call of a grand fantasy.

Holding the only rose chosen out of thousands of choices, the musician walked up the stairs to the roof. This small stage is no longer the center of the city, and everyone is desperately trying to save themselves. This accident was too coincidental, so the culprit was able to enjoy the magnificent fireworks here quietly.

"Ah, is this for me?"

A blooming rose suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The singer was stunned for two seconds, then smiled joyfully, stretched out his hands to hold the rose in the palm of his hand, and stared at it.

In his life, every time he called a curtain call, he would receive countless gifts. Those expensive treasures piled up together were enough to blur people's perception of wealth, but in fact, when he sang for the first time following human nature, he wanted to What I want is just a little flower and a word of praise.

"You sing very well."

The man spoke the words as he wished.

Ellianora gently inserted the flower into the folds of the long skirt, being careful not to let the flower scratch the clothes and accessories, and then brushed a strand of hair blown away by the wind behind her ears: "The fire burns Come here, I will soon meet my end, dear priest, get out of here before anyone sees you."

Petrosa looked at his back for a while, as if he saw his soul through the body. The actor sitting in the evening wind and fire was like a bird with wings, the folds of his skirt were dancing, and the wind was lifted. His back and wings, he is about to fly from the bell tower to the vast night sky, get rid of this heavy and beautiful skin, and rush to the vast night sky and the galaxy, those scorching fires, the bright and beautiful palaces in the world The lavender roses and people's hands stretched out to touch him, together with the old and heavy love and hatred, are all lightly left behind by him. In the sky and on the earth, there is only this lonely, romantic but free and unrestrained soul.

It has no origin and no destination, it floats freely with the wind until it is worn away by the years and becomes a part of the heaven and earth, and falls to the ground with the rain in the next year, or becomes a hard gem after many years, from smooth On the cut surface, you can still glimpse the glorious and splendid silhouette of this life.

Petrosa didn't make a sound, and went down from the bell tower quietly. The bluestone slab at the exit was already hot, but fortunately, the people standing here couldn't be regarded as human beings. The solemnly dressed duke and the young queen stood side by side. , There is something the same in their eyes, as if they have stepped off an oil painting, so dignified that it makes people shy away.

The queen tugged on her long lace gloves, and her scarlet dress bloomed on the ground like flowers, but it was pierced by the flames without leaving any traces.

The priest walked to them naturally, and the three of them raised their heads to look up with exactly the same movements. Flames swept along the surrounding buildings and surrounded the clock tower in an instant. There was a dull echo, and in the light and shade of the flames, a figure stood up and opened his arms, like a bird spreading its wings, to embrace the eternal starry sky and the earth.

The mad doctor with a cane appeared beside them, and with him the young king.

The queen raised her hands, and a rose quickly took shape in her hands, and then she showed a little decadent appearance. The little king took the rose and held it in his hands. A group of people raised their heads silently, waiting silently.

The last Alice was dedicated to the last eunuch, and the woven fantasy faithfully reflected the state of the same body. The high temperature and flames licked the bell tower, and the fragrant and delicate petals slowly drained and curled up. The singing that had been resounding through the bell tower stopped abruptly at a certain moment.

At the same time, the profligate and flashy Paris completely lost all its landmark buildings with the collapse of a certain palace, and this bustling city finally died in the vigorous publicity fire.

The little king held the dead rose and tossed it lightly—

It didn't fall to the ground, but was lovingly held in the palm of a slender, white hand.

The eunuch who raised his face and smiled at them had a gorgeous face that turned the mortal world upside down, his lavender eyes were as beautiful as the aurora that only appeared on polar nights, he was wearing a complicated and gorgeous long dress, as if he had just finished a grand ceremony During the performance, he turned his gaze towards the sky to the world that had never treated him kindly.

The bird finally flew to the sky;

The bird finally landed on earth.

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Shall he break the wings of birds?

How can we not let it sing in the wind?

free,

This priceless treasure cursed by men,

Little did you know that those unintentional beauties have gone crazy for you!

————"The Book of Truth Eunuch"