[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

Everything in the world lives in Brahma's dream, and our existence is only because of Brahma's dream. As long as it wakes up, the world will disappear with the dream.

——Hindu Mythology

The whole rock is not big, and after walking along the suspended stone steps for less than a minute, Tang Xuening came to the top of it.

The top platform of the rock is about a few hundred square meters, and a simple shed made of canvas and branches stands quietly at a corner of the platform. An old man and an alien with an unusually large head are sitting on the ground in the shed.

In the position between the two, a small fire and the teapot hanging on it are steaming, and a little farther away, there is a row of huge hangers with suits, space suits, Courier payment, security uniforms, military uniforms and other clothing, next to a large number of newspapers, water pipes and even a hot dog stand and other sundries. (Note 1)

"Ha, little girl from outside, I haven't had a visitor like you for a long time."

Seeing the girl climbing up the stairs, the old man with white hair and a pair of brown sunglasses and a peaked cap waved at her, then turned around and took out two cans of drinks and asked.

"I've run out of Coke, which one do you like, coffee or black tea?"

"No thanks."

Walking slowly to the shed, the girl looked at the silent observer (Note 2) and sat down on the ground in front of the two of them.

"Oh, by the way, I have a friend named Rocky waiting below, can you entertain him?"

"Forget it, if that bad-hearted kid finds out about my existence, I will definitely be annoyed to death by him in the future."

The old man asked after taking a sip of coffee.

"Then little girl, what's the matter with you coming to see me?"

"I have a question I want to ask you to answer..."

The girl looked into the eyes of the old man and asked word by word:

"Excuse me, what kind of world do you want?"

"What kind of world do I want?"

The old man tilted his head in confusion.

"Yes, as the creator god of this world, this world perfectly reflects your will."

After the girl nodded solemnly, she continued:

"So is there any way to know the reality of this world better than asking you directly?"

"Hahaha... this joke is really funny."

But the girl's question attracted only a burst of laughter from the old man.

"In my dream, someone would tell me 'true'?"

"Dream?"

"Yes, all this is a dream of mine--the most wonderful dream."

The old man picked up a handful of gravel and threw it up. The moment he left his hand, the gravel turned into a rainbow, and images of heroes and villains appeared on the rainbow like a revolving lantern. The old man smiled again seeing everything.

"Heroes of justice and villains who wield great power are engaged in a never-ending struggle for the existence of this world.

I know it might be old fashioned to say this, but whether a story is wonderful does not depend on whether its plot is old-fashioned, but on the level of the storyteller. "

"Indeed..."

With the group of aliens who sent her across as a comparison, the girl agreed with the old man deeply, and then she continued to ask:

"Then what does the real world look like outside your dream?"

"Boring, cold, that world is running like a lifeless machine, and everything in that world is so boring.

There are no heroes there - because a single person is so powerless in the face of those horrific violent machines, and the tentacles of the government and enterprises are all over every corner of society.

There is no adventure—every inch of land there has been divided up by monsters called countries, and every secret realm has been repeatedly explored and analyzed.

No dreams—the reality is so heavy that few people have extra time and energy to chase their dreams. The huge monster called society devours everyone's dreams.

It was a world where there was no freedom and everything imprisoned you, which was completely different from here.

"

The old man pursed his mouth in disgust, but then his eyes brightened.

"After that, everything in this world came into existence.

No heroes, no adventures, no dreams?

Then I will create one and give this world everything that is missing in that world!

If there had to be one 'true' summed up for the world, this would be it.

And little girl, everything you've been doing is obliterating the reality of this world, isn't it? "

"You see, since this world isn't perfect, isn't your dream realized?"

After the girl opened her arms and looked around, she asked the old man without answering.

"So don't you think there's something missing in this world?"

"Huh? What's missing?"

The old man seemed to be stopped by the girl's question. He lowered his head and kept rubbing his chin with his fingers.

"Darkness and light, justice and evil, love and hate, depravity and redemption, these are the eternal themes in the heroic epic.

So conspiracy and love?These are also missing..."

"Yes, you've prepared everything for the heroes of this world (Note 3). But what about the heroes who have all kinds of magnificent destinies?"

Looking at the old man who had been frowning but couldn't find the answer, the girl asked directly:

"Where is the happiness of those ordinary people?"

"In the long river of destiny that you have seen, good and evil are uncertain, destiny is not unique, and even our world is just one of countless possibilities."

To the girl's question, the old man answered very calmly.

"Even the Captain America who seems to have all the virtues of human beings - well, you may not have seen him in this world, and there is also the possibility of being a lackey of Hydra (Note 4).

There are countless possibilities in those countless dreams, and there is always a world where they will also be happy. "

"So, all you want in this world is the wonderful lives of heroes, are ordinary people just used as props to decorate the villains' war records and highlight their evil?"

The young girl watched the old man clenched his fists, and anger was brewing.

"There is always a world that will be happy? For this reason, they can die casually, right?"

"Is that why you did everything?"

The old man paused for a moment after listening, and then asked curiously again:

"But don't you realize that you yourself are also a contradiction?

You ruined my vision of a new era of heroes united to shine, but at what cost?

You have also ruined the happiness of countless people. Shouldn't those loyal agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. have happiness?Did you consider the happiness of the citizens of New York when you led the enemy to New York and forced the Ancient One to take action? "

"I'm past the age when I would believe in the second theory of 'must have happiness without sacrificing anyone'."

The girl waved her hand and said mockingly.

"Since sacrifice is inevitable, then I will naturally choose a path with less sacrifice. (Note 5)"

"Look, the question comes down to the philosophical question of 'whether it is okay to sacrifice a small number of people for the sake of the many people', and everyone has their own understanding of this kind of question and their own answer."

The old man nodded and agreed to some extent with the girl's statement, but he continued to ask:

"And what's even more strange to me is, why do you pay attention to those people?

A little tip for you: Do you think I didn't stop you from banning those heroes in my dream? "

"Are you trying to make more changes in this world? No, that shouldn't be the reason..."

After thinking for a long time, the girl replied uncertainly, but just as the words came out of her mouth, she shook her head and made a negative statement.

After touching the River of Destiny, she knew that the moment she appeared in this world, the devil named "Probability" had exhausted all the changes and created a world called "Probability" for her—for everyone. The prison of fate.

"Isn't this world just a dream not only for me, but also for you?"

The old man sat there, explaining the cruelest truth:

"As I said, this world is just a dream of mine, but you are not the creation of my dream. Everything in the dream is just a dream to me, to you and your companions, and it will be over when I wake up. .

That being the case, then as long as you have fun, why worry about happiness and reality, and worry about illusions that are bound to be destroyed? "

"you know!?"

The girl was dumbfounded by the question suddenly thrown by the old man.

Compared with that answer, the girl was more surprised by what the old man said about them "dreamers".

"Don't be so surprised, after all, didn't you say that I am the God of Creation?

Although at first I just thought you were a bit weird, but you actually only appeared in this one and only dream, so I learned more about it along the way..."

While speaking, the old man gently outlined several images in mid-air with his fingers, and all but one of them had met the girl before—as opponents in a deathmatch.

"The methods of those guys are quite clever, and I almost didn't see it."

"So, how do you think we can get rid of 'those guys' and 'wake up' by ourselves?"

The girl's breathing became short, because she saw a possibility in the old man's words.

"Don't worry, the time is up."

But the old man interrupted her after looking at his watch.

"What time?"

"I mean it's time for you to face the test."

The old man smiled slightly at the girl.

Just when the girl stood up vigilantly and was about to accept the "test" that the old man said, she suddenly understood what the old man meant.

She looked up in amazement at the sea of ​​stars that had been shining for countless years, but at this moment, in her eyes, the starry sky was forbidden, as if the sky had suddenly become a picture and was still.

The author has something to say: Note 1: All are the props used by the old man when he appeared in cameos in various movies.

Note 2: It is the big head chatting with the old man in Guardians of the Galaxy 2.Whenever there is a major event in the Marvel world, he will appear on the scene and never interfere with anything. It feels like a "camera" - but the US team 3 civil war was originally in the comics, and this guy also appeared .

Note 3: There are so many parallel worlds in the Marvel world, and many of them die very badly.

Note 4: Recently, the "Hydra Team" incident in the United States caused dissatisfaction among a large group of fans of the US team. If you don't know about it, you can go to Baidu to find out.

Note 5: Back then, Chesi Papa collapsed facing the end point shown to him by the Holy Grail, and felt that her path was denied, but if the girl came up, she would probably say coldly: When you don’t choose, you will die, Someone always needs to help them make a choice - no matter how bad that choice is, it's better than not making a choice and being wiped out