She received the gift of God [Greek mythology]

I don't know how many times I passed the round mirror hanging in the corridor without looking sideways. Finally, Pandora couldn't restrain herself, turned and walked back to the mirror.

Her "reflection" smiled at her: "Ready?"

"No. I don't want to know your answer. I...I don't know what you are, but I don't need you," Pandora bit her lower lip, and said with a heavy tone, "Disappear."

"You are afraid."

The answer was quick: "No."

As if to prove that she was not lying, Pandora fearlessly looked into the same eyes of the person in the mirror.

Look the other person in the eye when you lie.If she had been in a similar position, she would probably have done the same, acting resolute and courageous.On the opposite side of the mirror, Pandora wanted to laugh.But if he is really frank and confident, the other party will not pass by this rather remote corridor continuously on the same day.

"You expected that you wouldn't like my answer, so you wanted to escape. However," Pandora sighed softly as she watched her face unnaturally tense, "You really don't want to know the difference between you and him. What kind of future will there be?"

The other party's eyes flashed, and he turned away stubbornly: "I don't need you to tell me."

"Is that so?" Pandora suddenly changed the subject, chatting authentically, "Speaking of which, you haven't left this temple for a long time, if you don't meet Faol occasionally, that guy will be angry."

"Fao..." The other party was obviously stunned for a while, and hurriedly put on a look of complacency, "Before leaving Ilysion, I will go and say goodbye to him." After finishing speaking, she pursed her lips in annoyance, obviously regretting it. Spit out words to justify yourself.

Pandora in the mirror raised her eyebrows, as if she just asked casually: "So, when do you plan to leave here?"

"at--"

The voice stopped abruptly.

"Pandora"'s face suddenly turned pale.

The rules that enforced the existence of the dream were broken: they all forgot to leave Olympus.But "she" no longer turns a blind eye to the prospect of leaving.Rather than pointing out all the anomalies directly, it is more ingenious and effective to guide doubts to take root and make people in the game aware of blind spots.What happens to the dream itself when the dreamer becomes aware of the unreasonable surroundings?

Just because of a thought aroused by a sinister question, the world outside the mirror twisted strangely, as if the painted surface of oil wax that could not withstand the high temperature was dripping and collapsing.Day, dawn, night, dusk, noon, morning, the flow of time in the dream is chaotic, and it changes without order.

Pandora asked gently: "When?"

The product of the dream couldn't control himself, and the mutter escaped from the pale lips: "It's... today."

She lowered her eyes and said softly: "If you don't say goodbye to Faol, it will be too late."

In the time Pandora experienced, she failed to say goodbye to her first playmate.Love narrowed her horizons, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she had completely forgotten about Faol.Thinking about it now, it turned out to be a pity.

"I……"

The figure outside the mirror gradually became thinner.

"Pandora" glanced back and moved forward resolutely.Every time she took a step, the hallway of the temple would bend inward, and then bend again, twisting into an indistinguishable ball, and "she" directly arrived at the main entrance of the temple.

The translucent hand closed the door and pushed it out hard.

There was a lot of light outside the door.

"Pandora" steps into the light and dies like a shadow.

At the same moment, a tiny black shadow wrapped around Pandora's little finger, and got under her skin.

She squeezed her fingers together, stared at her knuckles for a moment, and finally smiled.Unexpectedly and not surprisingly, the "Pandora" in this dream is not a conceived imitation, but a part of the power of disaster stolen by Hermes.After sacrificing her body, she became a calamity, and the calamity contained her, and this star power was indeed a part of her.It's no wonder that in the face of unexpected events, many reactions of "her" are similar to hers-so creepy.

"Pandora?!"

The call pinned her in place.

The dream is collapsing, the mirror is no longer there.She stands above an upside-down starry sky, with the ocean tide overhead.

She turned her head, and Hermes' pale face came into view, his gait was staggering, and there was fire in his eyes.

It was too late to hide, and there was nowhere to hide.

Pandora could only watch him walk in front of her.

Watching him walk past her without stopping.

Like countless times before, Hermes passed through her unconsciously.He still couldn't see her.He called her name intermittently, his voice trembling, and his tone was like a lost child in the snow field.

Pandora opened her mouth.

If she responds, will he finally realize that she's here, right behind him?

She turned her head and watched Hermes go away in the opposite direction.After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly became groggy, as if being attacked by drowsiness.Inverted stars flicker as she falls into her next dream.

And Hermes went a long way alone, but in the dream, distance doesn't matter.He stopped suddenly, bent down with a low smile, as if exhausted, his body collapsed downward.

The world has changed.

After a dream is over, it is not waking up, but another illusion of reality.

The black snow falling all over the sky, rushing to the wilderness of the same color piece by piece.The black-haired and broken figure lay on his back, his arm stretched out to the mottled sky, as if trying to catch the snowflake falling towards the center of the emerald eyes.But before the fingertips touched him, he had already closed his eyes, and fell into the sleepy dream net woven by the god of sleep.

Hermes started dreaming again, a familiar nightmare.

He once again saw gray and white swaying golden spikes all over the underworld.

He made his way through the dark mists, and began to climb the eerie stairs of Hades' palace on the other side of the Acheron.There is no way to fly up the steps, and you can't see the end from the ground. If you really step on it, it feels as if you will never reach the top.This is a unique way for the master of the underworld to drive away weak-willed guests.

But this couldn't shake Hermes.

The cold gray door at the top of the steps opened to the envoys of the gods, and Hermes stepped into the palace of Hades, to the deepest part of the shadowy hall, to meet the Lord of Death.His purpose of coming is clear: to ask Hades to drive away the breath of death from Pandora's soul.Zeus had promised to bring her back to life, and drinking the Lather's water was an unfortunate accident, and she had the right to leave the underworld.

Pluto, who was stroking the three-headed dog, listened to his request, and then politely refused: "Death is absolute. The power of death comes from mystery. As long as it is perishable, after accepting the breath of death in the water of Lesser, knowing That moment of the face of the other side, there is no turning back."

Hermes did not retreat, but instead weaved more earnest words and prayed for the second time.I hope that Hades will be accommodating for the sake of their years of contact, and he will not make any noise.He is willing to pay any price...

After Hades refused, he did not reply.No matter how touching words the envoy spit out, he just sat silently on the throne.Cerberus became impatient with the guest who had been treated for too long, and the three heads bared their teeth together.

Hermes was silent for a moment, then pulled back his cloak, bowed his head and knelt down to the throne of Hades, and the third plea was only one sentence: "I beg you."

Hades was surprisingly silent.This surprise made Hermes feel hopeful.

Pluto stepped down from the throne, grabbed the arm of the envoy, and wanted to pull him up: "You are seeking the impossible from me. Even gods, as long as the breath of death enters the body, they cannot be stripped away."

For example, the pomegranate seed eaten by Persephone made the children of the goddess of harvest have to spend one-third of their time in the cold and dark underworld every year.

But Hermes stubbornly maintained his begging posture.

Finally, Hades said with a sigh: "Hermes, I cannot do that."

Can't, not can't.

Hermes looked up, and swallowed all his persuasive words the moment he saw Pluto's expression.Indisputable.Hades has no reason and must not make an exception for him.Otherwise, the gods above the earth and the sky will disturb the peace on the other side of Acheron from time to time, demanding that Hades also return the souls of mortals they love.

He couldn't blame Hades for following the rules, he was just too remorseful to forget what other emotions felt like.

Hades raised his head, as if he was listening to someone's footsteps on the earth, and after only a moment, he said, "I allow you to take her into the Field of Paradise."

Compared to the underground Golden Spike Field, Ilysion is obviously a better place to return to.

However, this was too ironic for Hermes.The fooling of fate does not know enough is enough.From the underworld, crossing the water of Lather, you will arrive at Ilysion, the original place of Fule.At that time, in order to avoid the pursuit of Apollo and Artemis, Hermes took this underground shortcut and hid Pandora in the underworld.Now, he wants to send her back to the land blessed by God where they started.

"Ah, it's you." By the Acheron River, Pandora turned around and smiled at Hermes.

"I am Hermes, the envoy of the gods, entrusted by Hades, and I will take you there—" Hermes seemed to be stumbled by the second half of the sentence, and stopped abruptly before continuing, "The resting place .”

Before he announced his name, he had a false hope in his heart that maybe she would have an impression of this name.It doesn't matter if it's instinctive hatred.

But Pandora didn't have any abnormal reactions, she still retained basic common sense, she knew what an angel was, and she just looked at him curiously, her gray eyes were so clear that it made his heart hurt.Maybe he couldn't maintain his expression, she misread it as offended displeasure, hurriedly looked away, lowered her head: "I am grateful. Please lead me the way."

So for the last time, Hermes picked up Pandora and walked on the wind with her soul.

Through golden tassels and dark mist, over forgotten rivers, down underground, back to Ilythion.

On the way they did not exchange a word.

The new members are greeted by the kind-hearted Le aborigines.The envoy's mission ended here, and Hermes stood there blankly, watching Pandora go away.She didn't look back.

When she was a speck of light on the horizon, reality finally hit him head-on: he lost her completely.

Even the name "Pandora" no longer exists.

The residents of Blessed Land can directly see each other's spirit bodies.Every soul is unique, and only when the brilliance of the soul is covered by the body, do we need labels like names to distinguish them.When the body dies, abandoning the name and memory of life, they can clearly identify each other and even call their companions.

In Ilythion, the name he had given her no longer meant anything.

Snapped!

A stone suddenly hit Hermes from behind.

Hermes looked back with a stiff expression: "Fao."

The blond boy shivered with red eyes, and asked sharply, "Why did she come back so soon?!"

The god made the crown of light around him block the broken stones, Faol was even more annoyed, he grabbed new stones from the ground regardless, and threw them at him one by one.

"Why didn't you protect her?!"

Because he misjudged.Because he is arrogant.Because he is stupid.

"Aren't you a god?"

Yet even gods are powerless in the face of their own mistakes.

"Hey! I'm asking you something!" Faol stomped his feet and slammed into him fiercely.

Hermes was shaken by the belt.

"You are usually so eloquent, but now you suddenly learn to shut up? What is this?!"

Hermes couldn't answer.

Every accusation against Fao disqualifies him from expressing his grief.He was even a little grateful that the other party was willing to reprimand him like this.

"What happened? How did she—" Faol clenched his fists tightly, his face flushed, his lips trembled, and he suddenly choked up, unable to make a sentence, "You... how could you let her..."

The boy covered his face, squatted on the ground, and cried bitterly.

"Why?...She obviously likes you so much..."