Like a long night in a dungeon, Laura Julia almost couldn't sleep, her eyes were always on the relative square, and sometimes there was a hidden moonlight. In that prison, Laura Julia cried countless times. But because there is no light in it. Laura Julia shows the real person, her true nature.
Michael Richard is still on duty every day, watching her, taking care of her. Michael Richard always keeps the towel on him, in case he needs to use it. And there was a time when Laura Julia felt like she was running a fever, her arms and legs shaking, her body twitching, her legs close together. Laura Julia's mouth made a relatively small sound, at that time her lips were dry, pale, and very unsightly close to her face. Michael Richard is still seen as her only companion. Although he did not like to use his brain much, from the point of view of Laura Julia, she judged him not bad. The fact that Michael Richard used his body to warm her was a little reluctant but did not count as a loss on Laura Julia's part.
“Is this towel still there?” Laura Julia was surprised, moving her face away from Michael Richard's eyes.
“I remember that time. I threw it away.” Laura Julia stared at the towel on her body, she held it in her hand and clenched it tightly.
“I kept it. In case you need it.” Michael Richard took the towel out of her hands and put it back on her.
“Dressed so thinly. Will catch a cold. Wear more to keep warm. Master, do you need more of my shirt?” Michael Richard suddenly took off his shirt. There were only wounds on his body, which were intertwined, overlapping each other.
Laura Julia immersed herself in those traces. Laura Julia reached out and touched one of the large wounds on his body. Michael Richard blushed more and more, took her hand, and placed it in the air. Laura Julia flashed a holy smile, she tilted her head to the left, her gaze still not leaving Michael Richard's face. Laura Julia's hair flutters in the wind of flowers mixed with the scent of coniferous leaves, everything becomes more poetic than ever.
“Look at it from this angle. I see you look very shy.”
“Whatever is emotional. There is no denying it.”
"Really?" Laura Julia was surprised.
"I won't lie to you."
Laura Julia glanced at the scene in front of her. This time, she was able to visualize everything in sight. This is like an arena, with extremely strong walls built of stone, towering. Visualize like an ancient Roman arena. Michael Richard is also not strange with the setting of the scene like this. It seems that he has encountered this scene several times. Michael Richard knew he had to prepare for a new battle.
The sun, known as the eye of the earth, is currently carrying a blushing shade like a shy, shy girl, her cheeks are rosy in front of her lover's eyes, and it seems that the sun is having an intention to settle down and settle down. In the West, unconsciously fell into a state of drooping eyelids. The setting sun dyes the city, the scene is surrounded by monochromatic stone walls, cold, dry, and rough. Clouds floating, floating sowing fate down with the wind, even though the mood changes continuously from the beautiful, flying, dreamy pink color to the luxurious, closed, sad, slightly melancholy yellow color. The streaks of sunlight seemed to give up all their vitality, the weak breath accepted to rest on the green leaves without any movement. The cold line of people passed each other, it seemed that life was inherently running on a cyclical trajectory in which it was the lonely ego that was unconsciously imprisoned by the invisible prison that time arranged, motionless taking risks, stormy like children receiving gifts in joy, but who knows, the predator has long secretly activated the system with countless traps to strangle the prey from behind, the doses of anesthetic slowly enter the classroom. soft skin paralyzes the whole body, and unable to resist, our last step, falling into a trap in the maze game, we struggle, madly looking for a way out and the way out is the pit of sin that we have caused when trying to cope with the challenge that the maze has hidden for thousands of years, without a sound, it always thinks that someone will come to disturb and take away the treasures hidden for centuries, its job is to cruelly and inhumanely deprive us of our vitality. Fate is so boring and lifeless. A cruel society, gradually degraded by lazy nature, transforms to adapt, improvise with extreme brutality, suffering in an extreme but completely easy way. Operating like a machine, emotions, actions, and thoughts are based on a monetary theory with the simple concept that money is the supreme, god, fairy, and a great leader that we must obey, All desires come from money, and money is the root cause, a measure of human personality. Today's scene is so bleak it seems a bit tragic. Faces with lifeless gazes, condensed emotions, one color, shuffled movements. It seems that we can't stop because our feet are tied by a rope, we relax, relax our whole body to be pulled away, the initial pull is zero but depends on greed, the line will gradually tighten, using all its strength to pull us forward. We are deceived, completely lost in illusions, these judgments are caused by perception, a funny misunderstanding. The process of receiving everything around us is not passive and simple, it is an active and complex process in which the senses play a key role - vision and brain help us to create a perception or a world. the virtual world of reality. Thanks to this, we can easily divide the light and dark patches, which is probably why we assume that the world around us is simply a sphere that knows how to move around the sun.
“Looks like we have to keep using our strength to stay alive.” Laura Julia sighed tiredly, she shrugged her shoulders to show her helplessness.