Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 55 Broken Diary (3)

#The fog of history unfolds again
I learned to write, from the memories of corpses in the glacier.This is the only skill I don't think is useful at the moment.

Before that, I found the ruins of a settlement, which was just below my feet, and it was a whole frozen lake. ...It seems that its settlement is a bit small, its scope is very large, there are many things that I can't understand, and there are many magical dwellings that seem to be made of rocks. This is the first time I have seen houses that are not made of us. house.

The existence of "writing" made me ecstatic, and my intuition told me that if I could fully master writing and decipher the words left by the ruins in the glacier, I might be able to get rid of the confusion and hallucinations that have lasted for decades.

"Text", the original language can be converted into "text", used to record events, I thought about it carefully, I have never seen similar symbols in residential areas and temples (only unknown so It is said that it can attract the attention of the gods, and I have cut off the whole part a long time ago) and I have never learned anything as a priest.Since I don't even know it, this is not monopolized knowledge, but something that meets my requirements and has been lost.The chief priest is a favored person chosen by the gods. He can live for two cycles. He was born half a year earlier than me, so he should be dead by now.

I try to recall when I first learned the language - but I just can't.Without the memory bank of groupthink, it was difficult for me to piece together a complete picture from my own memory.I think I can use it to write my own name, but I don't want to share it with others, and the name is just a number.The Latus share a mind, but never a real unity.Fear of pain, that’s why those who donate limbs are forbidden to cry out because of pain; Fear of death, that’s why they expel the survivors in advance; Fear of madness, and fear of things that don’t fit in, so they throw me out early.

"Our God rejects the cycle of life and death"

"That's why everything lives."

I saw this quote on...a strange thing.I don't know how to describe this thing, it has words written on it, but it doesn't look like a stone, not a blade, but something lighter and thinner.Many pieces of these things were neatly folded, fastened together into a thick dozen, and held in the arms of a young Tyr's corpse.

She was inside the ice, tens of meters away from me.Her eyes are tightly shut, and she still has the beige down of a pup on her cheek.She was floating in the ice, and it was conceivable that a large amount of water should have rushed into this depression, but it was quickly frozen, which made her stay here.

I thought such a text was the work of Latour, isn't it?It turns out that before this glacier was formed, we used to share a kind of writing?
Does the fact that the cubs are able to carry words prove that they know how to write and how to decipher from an early age?After systematic study?

But what intrigues me even more is the content of these two sentences.

I remember teaching that, long, long ago, floods and cold nearly destroyed the world.Seeing the collapse of the world, God shed tears, used his divine power to disperse the flood, sheltered the living beings in the hundreds of years of winter, and marked out the last safe place, so that the survivors of the two races could find peace.Hundreds of years later, spring finally came again.

What does it mean to "reject the cycle of life and death"?
I feel hungry.Real hunger, my intuition tells me that this child’s body carries the “memory” I need, and the thing with words written on it alone has enough value, but it’s sealed in ice, and it’s almost impossible for me to completely get it.

I want the history, I want to eat her dead body.I want to learn more skills, and I want to know what our "god" is.As long as I get the memory of this child when he was alive, I will definitely be able to decipher the meaning of this sentence, and even successfully get rid of those messy hallucinations.

I started chipping away at the ice.

Once, twice, countless times.

TBC
(End of this chapter)