Imagination Text

2022/6/27

The author has said: each paragraph a terrier, but I may be too lazy to write, sent is lest they forget, just look at it.

There are thousands of people in the world, only one God.

You think God saved you alone? No, God saved a group of people.

Every time you run your long, narrow fingers over my body, it evokes a thrill and delight.

Oh, let me sink in the sea of desire you created, rise and fall, until swallowed.

My heart is not like this, but the sword of justice in my hand has pierced your chest.

I am -

Godric Gryffindor...

My status doesn't allow me to do that.

Gryffindor, tugging Slytherin by the collar, bellowed, "I wonder if there's something wrong with your eyes this time! Look at me! No children, no family, I'm free, I'll die! They were different! How can you let them go when they're young and have things to do?! I should be the one to go! It must be me! It has to be me! What does it matter if I die alone?! As big as a million people? !"

A band of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet waved behind him. He came down lightly, barefoot on the green grass, in the light of the holy light, flowing white clothes, beautiful features, otherworldly.

"Are you traveling as fast as light can escape?" "No matter when or where, I will always catch you."

But neither of them regretted -

The quarrel and the departure of Slytherin.

"Take your time." Slytherin gritted his teeth at this stubborn, nonchalant statement, but what he didn't know was that Gryffindor had his back in full view as he turned and left.

"I'll still miss you when you're gone." A snorting snort, Gryffindor's candor, but Slytherin was sometimes moved by it.

"Then why do you think I'll be there when you turn around?" "Whispered Slytherin in Gryffindor's ear.

"Where the hell are you?" Slytherin was darting through the sea with the lost ring in his hand.

"Does he know me?" Gryffindor closed his eyes with a wry smile as they passed each other.

Is this me? Look at yourself in the mirror, isn't that me? Spread out his hands, silence, this is me, this is not me?

"Where are you?" Alone, Gryffindor seemed to go on for ever through the lines of fluttering tulle, and the ethereal temple was empty. "He... Who is it?" Gryffindor finally fell into a long sleep with his head on the divine case.

Darkness and light coexist, debauchery and purity juxtaposed, sin and love, you and me...

But when I meet thee, I am unclean.

How did that happen? He didn't know.

Have you ever thought that you followed the amniotic fluid in your mother's womb, reaching the outside air, the world... It was already unclean.

And so are you and I.

To be honest, intrigue and gossip did not suit me, but my clear eyes were full of it.

Stuck in the mire do not know, wake up too late, can not help but spit on yourself.

Justice won't come late, but I can't wait.

Slytherin jerked round to see deep disappointment and self-deprecation in Gryffindor's eyes.

Still, that's good... At last the arms around him fell feebly, and Slytherin held the battered but smiling Gryffindor tightly in his arms, broken and unhuman. The sword of Gryffindor, now dark and dark in the blood, blared in the still Hogwarts night.

I think I had a very long dream. In the dream I was dead, but I was still alive... And here I am again - Gryffindor looking bewildered in the changing light. What is it?

"Don't remember me, as you said." Gryffindor charged ahead, sword and wand in hand, as usual.

"You said you wouldn't remember me..." So, the illusory Gryffindor swooped down on the smoky Slytherin, cheer up!

Loneliness is my own choice, the log bridge is my own walk, the thing is my own perpetrator. Why! He's the one who's gonna get hurt!

"Godric!"