"Brother..." someone whispered in the darkness.
So annoying! Whose kid got lost?
"Brother," the child called again.
So irritating! Brother? There's no one here!
"Brother... I'll leave then..." the child said softly, the sound fading away.
Suddenly, he felt a bit guilty. The gradually receding voice carried a sense of loneliness, evoking the image of the child's departing figure, like an abandoned puppy.
"Alright, alright, alright! Which street, which house, which door do you live in? What's your unreliable brother's name? I'll take you home!" he sat up.
He sat in the sunlight, dressed in white, pristine like the moon. In front of him was a white tea flower blooming in a rough porcelain vase, and behind the flower, the child in white held a brush and wrote diligently, stroke by stroke.
"Hey, aren't you leaving? Are you playing tricks on me?" he wanted to say but didn't.
He did something natural; there were grapes on the table, he picked a small bunch and handed it across the table to the child.
The child looked up, eyes flashing with alarm, like a wary young animal. "Brother, there are many people outside."
Nonsense? It's so quiet. He thought.
But naturally, he said another sentence, "Maybe there will be death? But, Konstantin, don't be afraid."
"Not afraid, as long as I'm with my brother, I'm not afraid... But why... don't you eat me? If you eat me, no matter what kind of cage, brother can break through." The child said seriously.
Eat... you? Although you look tender and white, it doesn't mean you're tastier than a hamburger. I had one for lunch, not hungry at all. He thought.
"You're good food, but it would be too lonely. For thousands of years, only you and I have been together." Once again, he uttered insincere words.
"But death is really sad, like being sealed in a black box, forever and ever, pitch black... It's like groping in the dark night, but the outstretched hand never touches anything..."
"The fate of the abandoned clan is to cross the wilderness, raise the banner again, and return to the hometown. Death is not frightening, just a long sleep. Before I can devour this world, instead of lonely wandering, it's better to sleep peacefully. We will wake up again." He couldn't believe he said such cool lines from his mouth.
"Brother... when you raise the banner and devour the world, will you eat me?" The child looked at him, clear eyes shimmering... with anticipation.
Damn it! Is this a script excerpt from "We are a loving cannibal family"? Your family ethics are really strange!
"Yes, then you will reign over the world with me!" But he nodded lightly, his voice tinged with cold authority.
The child poured a glass of water from the pitcher and handed it to him. He drank it absentmindedly.
"I have to go, brother, goodbye." The child stood up.
He wanted to say I'm not your brother, you've got the wrong person, but he just casually said, "Goodbye, take care of yourself, humans, can't be trusted."
Another strange line, completely nonsensical.
The child went out, closing the door behind him. He listened to the child's footsteps growing distant, until they disappeared completely.
He suddenly felt a bit scared, thinking he was really dizzy. What if that little kid, left alone, got kidnapped on the street? How far would he have to go to find his brother? He became restless, and finally, unable to resist, he got up and ran to the door.
He pushed open the door, the intense light shining on his white clothes, not sunlight, but firelight. In the raging flames, the city wailed, charred figures ran in the fire, thousands of arrows fell from the sky, huge plaques burned and flipped, with the words "White Emperor" on them, it was hell.
In the center of the city, stood a tall pole, the child was hung on the top of the pole, eyes closed, the flames of the whole city burning him.
Like a grand sacrifice.
It really hurts, like a knife cutting. Someone important was lost because he made a mistake.
Suddenly remembered something, indeed, he was the brother of a child.
"Konst... antin," he called out the name.
He sat up abruptly, opening his eyes in the afternoon sunlight, breathing heavily, his whole body covered in cold sweat, outside was the noise of the elevated light rail passing by.
He suddenly felt the voice so pleasant, reminding him that everything in the dream was false, and where he was, was just an ordinary human world.