Holistic Fantasy

Feathers…

Feathers falling from the sky...

Suspended in bubbles, feathers descending from the sky...

Covered and covered in white halos, suspended in bubbles, feathers descending from the sky...

In front of a teenager, this is the scene...

And this scene is also the first scene in the mind of a teenager who is only about eleven or two years old, but is really just born after opening his eyes and truly owning his own will and consciousness...

Everything in front of me is white...

That glow, feathers suspended in one bubble, but more pure white...

It's a world of nothing...

Yes, just a piece of white enough to stab people's eyes, with that piece of white feather floating around in the bubble, wandering around in this white world...

Watching such an incredible scene, the teenager was as faint as an amniotic, let the short hair of the black refined fly with the wind, with a pair of dark eyes as deep as the stars, looking at that piece of feather falling from the sky, it felt like being in the amniotic fluid, in the mother's embrace, the heart unusually warm and peaceful.

However, this feeling did not last much, and the next moment, another scene in front of the teenager, made his heart tremble.

Still suspended in bubbles, falling feathers from the sky...

This time, however, these feathers descended from the sky and hung in bubbles, not only losing the brilliant white halo, but also as if they had been deliberately broken, turning into pieces of fragmentation and appearing so dark...

The emotions that emerge in teenagers' hearts are complicated by watching them break apart, lose their radiant halos, and gradually fall from the skies of this white world.

Lost?...

Anger? …

Sad? …

No? …

Probably both.

But there's only one emotion -- heartache.

Following emotions in the mind, teenagers have a feeling almost instantaneously.

I was born, seemingly, to make these feathers so painful, shattered, and bleak that I could regain their own form and light...

So, the teenager couldn't help but float toward that part of the sky, approaching the nearest piece of the broken feather in front of him, reaching out his hand...

"White Dream"... here it is... interrupted...

……

“ ———— ”

Like waking up from a nightmare, the teenager suddenly opened his eyes and sat up like a suddenly loose tensioning spring.

“Phew... Phew...”

Slightly breathing, the teenager's hands covered his head, dark pupils ungracefully swayed, and there was a fainting still immersed in the "White Dream" just now, but many more were confused.

With the same expression, the appearance of a teenager around the age of eleven or two raised his head, with that blinding eye, and cast his eyes forward, looking around.

It's not known where the woodland is.

All the teenagers could see was a tree of no small size and an empty space filled with deciduous leaves.

At this time, or the green or yellow fallen leaves are constantly falling from that tree, some continue to spill on the ground, some are driven by the wind, floating to the body only a piece of cloth, sitting on the ground, the direction of the blinding teenager, so that the teenager suddenly sees that piece of feather falling from the sky again, almost immersed in the "white dream" again.

However, reality is undoubtedly more cruel than dreams.

Unlike the beautiful and incredible in that "white dream", this woodland can only give people a sense of normality, but when a teenager throws his gaze around the grass not far away, it really blows the teenager's nascent head to pieces and blanks.

“Ho...”

After repression, a low roar followed by a loud echo spilled all over the fallen leaves.

“Sand... sand...”

Like rubbing something, the deliberate slowing of the footsteps also sounded.

Soon afterwards, a huge shadow emerged from the grass on all sides of the empty space where the juvenile was located, followed by a slow appearance in the juvenile's blindfold.

It's a horrible creature, more than two meters tall, with limbs on the ground, green lights in its eyes, full of raging colors.

If a teenager had the common sense of a normal human being, he would know that these horrible creatures, more than two metres high, were a supernatural wolf.

“Ho...”

With a roar suppressed between his throats, a pitch-black wolf emerged from the woods, with miserable green eyes, staring dead at the teenager sitting in the open space, surrounded him step by step.

“————!” Sitting on the ground, the pupils of a teenager with only a piece of cloth could not help but magnify, his head buzzed, his heart beat sharply, his whole body muscles stiffened in an instant, even his throat felt burning.

Even though they don't know what these creatures really are, the teenager senses danger from the violent and fierce eyes of the other.

The buzzing head is telling the teenager-- run!

The beating heart is telling the teenager to run away!

Dry throats are telling teenagers too - run!

Even, it seemed like there was a voice coming from all sides that only teenagers could hear, constantly yelling at teenagers -- run away!

Run! Run!

But the teenager knew that he had to flee, but his limbs tended to resemble him, and what was called "strength" was gradually losing away with the approaching of that giant horror creature.

Although she looks like she's 11 or 2 years old, this scene is all she remembers except for the "White Dream".

That is, the teenager does not know why he is here, and why he is wrapped in only one piece of cloth. Even if his real age is eleven or two years old, the years and memories he has lived in the last eleven or two years have never stopped in his mind.

This is a really nascent teenager!

Unfortunately, in this moment of life, the teenager felt the first emotion that the world had brought to him.

It's called Fear!

“Hoo-hoo! ”

Finally, the slowly surrounding horrible creature seemed to feel that the teenager in front of him had given up his quest for survival, no longer repressed what was called "appetite" in his heart, and no longer repressed his roar, roaring like a loaded bullet, like an arrow off a string, into a dark shadow and pounding on the teenager.

“ ———— ”

In this moment, the fear in the mind of the teenager erupted.

Burning throats can't make a sound.

Poor limbs do not support the body.

Juveniles can only open their eyes in a magnified state with their pupils, and their buzzing heads freeze at this moment, and their hearts are cold, looking at a shadow with a fierce breath that is getting closer and wider in the field of view, leaving the emotion called "fear" to hover in their bodies.

Just moments before the teenager was about to be buried in the wolf's mouth, that "fear" thing that was hovering in the teenager suddenly brought up a different kind of warm current.

“Buzz ————! ”

On the young man about to be covered by a fierce shadow, a very dazzling light flashed like a white sun, releasing a strong light without a hint of temperature, covering every corner of the scene.

Then, the pungent light intensifies for a substantial impact, centering on the juvenile's body and spreading suddenly.

“Boo-hoo! ”

“Hoo-hoo! ”

As a neat muffled sound sounded, the previous moment was still releasing the roar of death, and the black wolves pouring on the teenager made a painful roar, huge bodies bouncing back out of the strong light at a faster rate than when they jumped over, or smashed on the ground, or smashed into the surrounding trees, swallowing, falling, not knowing whether to live or die.

At this point, the strong light gradually dissipated, and the panicked teenager was re-exposed into the air.

Until then, the teenager's fearful frozen head began to run again, staring at the faint one, lying all around him a huge horrible creature, panicked and confused.

Obviously, with a teenager's nascent head, it's impossible to understand what's really going on.

Juveniles, of course, cannot understand and do not mean that they cannot be understood by others.

“What a powerful magic...”

This is the first complete language that juveniles have heard since they came to the world.

However, this complete language, listened to in the teenager's ear, was basically similar to the roar of those giant black wolves, bringing him nothing but panic and fear.

“Don't be afraid... child...”

Seems to see the panic and fear on the face of the teenager, the owner of the sound slowed down his voice, making his voice full of peace and compassion, then appeared in front of the teenager in the moment when the voice fell.

The teenager only felt the flower in front of him, and a figure appeared in his own sight.

It was a very old man, at least seventy years old, tall but only a child, wearing a gorgeous white trench coat.

The small old man turned his wrinkled eyes to sit on the ground, panicking and confused young man, first gazing, then smiling mercifully.

“Son, what's your name? ”

Name? …

Such an absolutely strange word penetrates the ear of a teenager, but the teenager understands it incredibly.

The teenager will then reveal himself slowly with a dull, tender and unnatural voice, the only name that, since he had his memories, is equally incredible in the depths of his soul.

“Noah...”