Maybe I can't have normal youth

Where is this place?

A huge tall hall with a white dome.

I know, this is the church.

Obviously there are only four long rows of marble chairs scattered irregularly. There are no icons, no colored windows, and no crosses. It can be said that apart from the feeling of holiness, there is no characteristic that can indicate that this is a church, but I know it in my heart. here is.There is soft light everywhere, but it is difficult for me to determine where the light source is coming from, let alone whether it is sunlight or artificial light.

I looked down at my hands and clenched fists repeatedly as if to confirm their function.

Very good, it is indeed own hand.

After the confirmation, I didn't have anything like believing that this was my hand, and continued to stretch and make fists repeatedly.The surroundings are too quiet, and among the five senses, only the vision seems to be safe and sound.

"Snapped-".I use both hands to give high fives to ensure the presence of hearing.The hitting sensation I feel with my hands does not seem to be comparable to the volume I heard. It is better to realize that my touch is lowered than the open environment has increased the volume.It's like wearing gloves and being covered with a layer of film, the touch is so dull.

So wearing a white shirt and white shorts, I don't feel cold at all when standing barefoot on the ground.

The skin feels dull and dull.Stroking my cheek is also a numb, unclear touch like hyaluronic acid.

Where is this place?

I know this is a church, where is it?

Looking around, almost everything in my vision is marble white, and my long brown hair looks out of place under the dome.

be quiet.open.Alone.Strange place.

But extremely at ease.

Looking ahead from where I was standing, at the end not far away was a creamy white door about half the height of the whole house. It was clean and elegant, without excessive decorative patterns, just like a heavenly door.Looking back, not far from me, a small circle surrounded by white low railings should be the very center of the church.If you look at the irregular marble chairs before, they are not far from this circle.

Looking forward, I saw a very thick pillar about three to four meters in diameter. This should be the pillar of this church?After all, the remaining pillars are far from it.But this position is too biased, and I can't help but feel a little bit contrary and strange.

I turned and walked towards the huge pillar.When I passed the center circle, I stopped and looked in. It was empty, nothing.

Why should we fence this place?

Touch the railing with both hands.It's cold.I just let it go after just a touch, but this cold feeling didn't stop, it spread all the way up, and it penetrated my heart.I touched the nearest bench casually. The marble texture was the same as imagined. It was hard and some rough, but it was as gentle as jade.The rustle touched his palm, and his fingers could not help staying on the back of the chair for a while.

The huge pillar became even bigger as it approached, and when it reached level with the pillar, I knew something.

It turned out that there was a door hidden behind it, which was slightly smaller than the previous "Gate of Heaven". It looked like a wooden texture with white paint on it.Although it is consistent with the overall color of the white church, the material seems out of place.

So this pillar is actually to block this door?Why are doors on both sides of this church?it's wired.What's behind the door?Why is this door made of wood?Where is this place?

"Click, click, click, click,"

Suddenly the sound of the pointer moving from the top of the church, getting louder and louder.

Maybe, I should leave.I suddenly had such a hunch.

Time waits for no one, just walk through the wooden door.After the decision was made, I turned my head and looked at the church again, still feeling lonely all around.

A deafening clicking sound enveloped my head and echoed in my ears.

Maybe, I will come back again.Such an idea appeared in my mind inexplicably.

I opened the wooden door in front of me.