In his eyes, there is no more faithful servant than the night, which always comes on time, goes on time, and never betrays.The winds come and go nothing special, but, as they pass between the pyramids of Giza, they become people who can fly, whispering in your ears the symbols buried for thousands of years, the past eroded by the wind and sand.He was accustomed to standing on the top of the Sphinx on a night with a crescent moon, a huge lying boulder, with the spirit of connecting heaven and earth, and he was familiar with this stone as well as his own flesh and blood.He no longer remembered the warmth and shape of the sun, and could only recall the last sunrise in his memory from the sparse moonlight.He stood on the Sphinx for a few hours, his beige trench coat lifted by the wind like a pair of wings about to spread.His body didn't move, as if the massive mass under his feet had transmitted absolute solidification to him, and it was as if it wanted to make him a part of himself.At the feet, there was a strange movement, and several wild cats that came out of nowhere gathered in one place, raised their heads and whispered, and meows came and went.The leader of the black cat, licking its injured front paws, looked at him with a strange, looking up gaze.He only moved his eyelashes slightly, and reached out his left hand seemingly casually.A drop of dewdrop-like light, falling from his fingertips to the top of the black cat's head, turned into a lovely and rounded bubble, which comically wrapped the little thing, rose from the ground, and floated in front of him like a hydrogen balloon, the round cat's eyes, reflecting the coldness of the moonlight, and threw it on his face, the wounded cat's paws trembled slightly, and blood gushed out of the festering wound.He gently held the floating cat, his fingers sliding along the smooth round surface outside."
It hurts," his lips twitched slightly.The black cat meows."
I see."
His eyes, which had nothing to speak of, suddenly softened, and his sliding fingers suddenly stopped, and his fingertips pinched lightly into the bubble.Bang.A slight thud.You have to point your ears to hear it.The black cat was breathless, and its still warm body, like the last fallen leaf in the autumn wind, stopped in the palm of his hand."
That's fine."
He laid down its corpse, "Death is another new life. ”Death is another new life.That's what he used to say.In the wind, there are old nursery rhymes singing softly, the warehouse is already full, and the grain is rolled out of the edge.The big ship was also full, and the grain was rolled outside.But we still have to carry it, and we can't forget a single grain.Because Anubis is right under the moon, he will take away the lazy dolls.Anubis was under the moon, he closed his eyes and listened quietly.t1706231537: