【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第七章（下）(37)
The winner was decided. Had been decided, long ago.
“Like I said.” The Green God smiled at Phil, and only at Phil. “It would only take one flick of my wrist.”
He raised a hand—a single, pale hand dusted with melting snow and half-dried blood. And, in the end, that really was all it took.
They froze as it finally settled over them. A change in the air. A new page turning. A hushed shuffle as a new audience settled into their seats for another show.
Another loop. Another story. Another life.
Wilbur turned to Techno with wide, wide eyes. The rapier fell from his grip as he opened his mouth in a silent shout.
Philza, Techno thought. Philza, help—
But Philza was made of stone.
And the world ended in silence.
And they lived happily ever after.
“That’s it?”
Wilbur glanced up from his instrument with furrowed brows. “What do you mean?” he asked as he lowered the violin from his chin and gazed at the woman sitting across from him, her heavy skirts spilling around her in a cerulean tide.
“Like I said.” The Green God smiled at Phil, and only at Phil. “It would only take one flick of my wrist.”
He raised a hand—a single, pale hand dusted with melting snow and half-dried blood. And, in the end, that really was all it took.
They froze as it finally settled over them. A change in the air. A new page turning. A hushed shuffle as a new audience settled into their seats for another show.
Another loop. Another story. Another life.
Wilbur turned to Techno with wide, wide eyes. The rapier fell from his grip as he opened his mouth in a silent shout.
Philza, Techno thought. Philza, help—
But Philza was made of stone.
And the world ended in silence.
And they lived happily ever after.
“That’s it?”
Wilbur glanced up from his instrument with furrowed brows. “What do you mean?” he asked as he lowered the violin from his chin and gazed at the woman sitting across from him, her heavy skirts spilling around her in a cerulean tide.
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