Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

# A whisper in the fog of history

If I look back, in the long run, I should have gone crazy a long time ago.

Yes, if the way to confirm an individual's mental madness is to be pronounced by a group, then I am indeed crazy. No one has ever done it before, and there will probably be no one in the future. Because the planet seems to be close to being doomed.

Those who have not experienced crazy life will not understand what it is.

And what I experienced was the most bizarre madness. I broke away from the collective thinking ocean, and could no longer hear the thoughts and voices of my fellow tribesmen, nor the endless prayers to God, nor the whispers of hunger and the cries of fear of death. An unprecedented peace surrounded me. It was only after a long time that I I know there is a word that can describe it, that is "silence". My consciousness extended endlessly, my thoughts left the group, and I became me.

I'm mad.

I didn't seem to be alive. I was in a daze, following the only light in my consciousness. I didn't seem to be dead. I heard my compatriots wandering around me, complaining that I shouldn't eat the enemy's priests, which left them with no food, so they discussed whether to eat me.

Then I saw the door.

I saw the stars behind the door. It was a vast sea of ​​​​stars. Gases and debris of various colors formed colorful nebulae. Great fantasy dreams and various unimaginable races established various civilizations. They may Praise the One who unites all things, or praise the great Mother of all things. I see countless doors, and the silver key that knows everything, understands everything, leads to everything, and controls everything is waiting in front of the door. Faceless Chaos draws close to life based on his own preferences, creating stories on the stage that end only with madness and death. The green energy fire corrupts the world, spiraling upward like flowers covering the sky. There are more gods, and they exist forever, as if they are the world itself. At the end of all things, in the floating palace at the singularity of the universe, the blind and foolish only main god is sleeping. The colorful world, the rise and fall of civilizations, and even the gods are just part of his dream. When he wakes up, everything disappears.

The first is light, the last is sound.

Only dreams are real, and only the blind and foolish god is eternal. I saw myself in that green flame, but I realized that it was a perfect appearance that I could not reach no matter what. I realized that living was nothing, and I understood that my world and life were actually meaningless. The only things that were truly eternal were chaos and primitive order, such as life and death.

I don't want to die at this time. I have just truly become myself after living in such a state of confusion. I have never truly seen the sea of ​​stars, and I have too many questions to ask: God of Order, why do you claim to protect us, but never give us any blessings other than death? Why do you call yourself fraternity, but you never stop us from killing each other? Why can we only live one reincarnation? Why must I die according to your oracle? I closed my eyes in the dream, and I returned to my world. When I opened my eyes, I had never seen or heard so far. The things around me were compatriots a minute ago, and now they are me. Another life form that is incomprehensible. I became me and they became them.

This is like waking up after a full sleep, and being reborn after death. I heard the wind blowing up the sand. I hear the sound of snow particles scraping against mountain peaks in the distant tundra. The world becomes so detailed that if there are a thousand birds chirping in front of me, I can clearly distinguish which one of them has its wings lightly brushing against the branches. Everything became so clear, as if the skin had been peeled off and displayed before me.

I heard prayers, I heard laughter, I heard them whispering and complaining about being hungry again because I wasn't dead.

Only.

I don’t hear the heartbeat of this planet.

The planet I was born on is dead.

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This civilization once had the concept of extraordinary abilities (hence the birth of the God of Order), but now it doesn't, because it was erased by her.

Because there is no concept of sequences, potions, or rituals, everyone relies on luck to survive, and occasionally God comes back to guide them. Decay ate the demigods in the adjacent path when he only had Sequence 7. He's crazy.

In other words, his sanity has cleared and he is normal.