【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第六章（上）(8)
As if you are not mad already, the voices cooed, but they were almost drowned out by the wind whistling past Wilbur’s ears as he spurred his horse on faster, following the pink banner of Techno’s hair flying behind him as he rode ahead. He’d tied his hair back in a simple knot; there would be no intricate braids for a long while, no flowers heavy with meaning. Wilbur had come to realize that death wasn’t a single yawning chasm, but a collection of small puncture wounds slowly tearing through the mundane.
But he’d fix it. They would fix it.
Wilbur had known at once what the Green God had meant by his invitation. There was only one place he could be inviting them to. The place that started it all, the place the voices had whispered about in self-satisfied tones, where the Green Army had first struck: the town at the northern border. It was only fitting that Wilbur’s first grand failure would be where he would rewrite the second. The Green God would bring his brother back, and all would be well. The specifics, Wilbur would figure out later. For now, he would ride.
But he’d fix it. They would fix it.
Wilbur had known at once what the Green God had meant by his invitation. There was only one place he could be inviting them to. The place that started it all, the place the voices had whispered about in self-satisfied tones, where the Green Army had first struck: the town at the northern border. It was only fitting that Wilbur’s first grand failure would be where he would rewrite the second. The Green God would bring his brother back, and all would be well. The specifics, Wilbur would figure out later. For now, he would ride.
电梯里的苏柔上瘾第六章
