clown game

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So I did, and the moment my finger touched the closed door, it weathered to sand.

I came to the ground.

Of course, there was dead silence here too.

Next, I started walking.

I touched the frozen brook around me, and it flowed.

I touched the weeds on the ground and it shook.

I understand a lot.

I walked out into the barren clearing.Looking at the sunshine all over the ground, and then, the radiance was shining, I waved my arms, so the wind and sand were everywhere.

During this frozen time, I touched every leaf and crossed every grain of sand. I attracted wind, frost, rain and snow, and drove mountains and rivers. I watched the clouds move and the flowers bloom.I yelled and the voice started to pass.Pick up the soil and everything begins to grow.I close my eyes and think through the endless void, the nebula twinkles, and everything is as it was before.

that's it

I set the world back the way it was.

In the next endless time, I have nothing to do, mountains and seas, every corner of the earth is covered with my footprints, but my fear is still not eliminated.

is lonely.

In the end I went back to the Foundation.

Back to the room where it all started.

I lay back on that bed and looked at her.

She may be the most beautiful woman, but she can only remain what she was then, forever.

She smiled.

I cried.

Because... I can't touch thoughts.

I gave the whole world a new lease on life, but I'm still alone... I'm crazy, sober, crazy again, sober again.

A few years ago, hundreds of millions of years later, the past and the future have lost their meaning, and I watched the sunset alone, watching it turn blood red, the temperature on the earth rose to hundreds of degrees, the ocean was evaporated, and it became a piece of scorched earth, the world It became a piece of purgatory, my skin was burnt and my flesh was rotten.After an unknown time, the sun went out, and there was only darkness and cold on the earth.The air had been evaporated before, and I was frozen under the glacier.

After hundreds of millions of years, the universe entered a dark period, the big rip started, even the protons had decayed, the universe returned to the original point, there was nothing, I was alone in the infinite space Floating, the whole universe, just me.In other words, I am the whole universe.The concept of time and space has been lost here.So I move thousands of miles and look at thousands of years.

I want to do something, but there is nothing, I am moving in a direction without purpose, if there is a direction.

......

After an unknown amount of time, a spot of light appeared in front of my eyes, and my sleeping mind finally produced some waves. Could it be the edge of the universe?

Maybe.

It was a light curtain with dense writing on it, and the content was all about this world.

At that moment, I understood that this world is just a story.

This flower, one grass, each person, and the whole world are just a story.

And the story is dead... lifeless.

I was angry, and my millions of years of loneliness, helplessness, heartbreak, remorse, helplessness and madness turned into anger, and I rushed to this light curtain, which shattered in response, and I opened the gap between the story and reality.

......

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In a dimly lit room, a computer screen glows blindingly.

Leftovers that haven't been cleaned up for a long time are on the table, and cigarette butts are piled high in the ashtray.

A man in his 20s sat at the table, a little fat, with messy hair.His hands kept typing on the keyboard, and each word appeared on the screen.

But there was no trace of anger in his eyes.

He looked at me who suddenly appeared, and didn't show any expression. Maybe he was surprised, but his decayed brain was unwilling to react.

The moment I saw him, my anger disappeared, and I even felt a burst of sadness for no reason.

Maybe he was a loner too.

"Your novel... is dead!" I said.

His fingers on the keyboard stopped suddenly, and then started typing again.

He was expressionless.

However, he cried, and tears ran across his extremely calm face.

......

"I know..." he said, his voice echoing in his throat.

"Why?" I asked, looking into his empty eyes.

"Books need to be read, and books that no one read will naturally die."

He replied lightly.

Only then did I realize that I had asked a question that I should have known the answer to a long time ago.

......

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A book is a world.

The world cannot be supported by one person.

Need an author, such as him,

need stories, like me,

the most important is

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Readers are needed, which is you.