Outside of the holy city of death, dead bodies are stacking up like mountains. Alonso feels like he has been standing here for many days. Now he is pretty sure that he is the only living “thing” here. This is a special space. From time to time he has gained some subconscious insights. It is the feeling that there are ancient spirits here. There is a sense of the sky can be cut open, a sense of the ground can be ripped apart and an enormous axe is existing there swinging in the middle of everything. This place has a variety of spiritual imprints that he can not see but sense. It is like a legacy of everything, a treasure Island for evolution. It is so blessed. Of course, the premise is that you can live here to feel it all. Normally, when …show more content…
“Im probably dead, ” He thought, then there is nothing to lose. Marching into the sea of dead bodies, walking through the bloody land, Alonso saw too many species along the way. But he soon finds out that more than ninety percent of them are creatures he has never seen. He is even a bit skeptical about whether those species actually belong to his universe? “This must be hell…”, he thought. This place fits his vision of hell really well. The hell for everything in his world, or even beyond his world. He arrived at the gate of the city, during which he saw some of the corpses belonging to ancient times on earth, in line with the ethnic images on books and wearings in the …show more content…
His pupils are enlarging and contracting back and force, staring at the city.
II This is an ancient city, enough to accommodate millions of people living and moving. The scale is not very outrageous, but not too small. The city is very dense, it looks like it is about to drown. In dead bodies. The bodies are stacked up, reaching the height of the wall, everything exudes a terrifying breath, burst into the sky. Although Alonso has some psychological preparation, this is still too much. The number is simply countless. The bodies occupy one third of the city’s area, while another third is an open space. The last one third of the area, which drove most of the attention, is the main reason for his sudden stiffness: At the center of the city, there is a giant mill, made of rough stone, extremely large, actually occupy that entire one third of the ancient city! It is hard to imagine who polished such a stone mill, it is still slowly turning, never stopped as like it has been since the beginning of everything. Alonso’s scalp is numbed, the whole body is covered with a layer of small lumps, hairs are turning upside down. He’s seeing a terrifying