rise.
Keep rising.
Lorenzo woke up and tried to move his body, but found that he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. He could only barely open his eyes and look at the gray world.
He is rising.
There is no force supporting the body, but the heavy body begins to become light.
The "weight" was decreasing little by little, constantly discarding those unimportant impurities in its body, just like smelted gold, becoming purer and lighter, abandoning all its inferior qualities, until the earth could no longer restrain Lorenzo's body.
Rise into the sky and reach heaven.
"I... what's going on?"
Lorenzo was confused. He found it hard to comprehend the current situation. His confused consciousness made his thoughts rigid and difficult to think, like a rusty gear, shaky and ready to fall apart.
After an unknown amount of time, he was finally able to muster some strength, and his hands gradually regained control, and then he began to wave them with difficulty.
Lorenzo saw a wall that looked like the gate of heaven, covered with grayish-white human-shaped statues. They were entangled with each other, as if fighting for him. They stretched out their hands one after another, their arms constantly extending, and finally appeared before his eyes.
It was so close that Lorenzo could reach out and hold the statue's hand.
Why are they reaching out to me
Lorenzo didn't understand, but soon he found that the distance between him and the statues was getting farther and farther. He couldn't feel his legs, so this was probably not an action of his will. Then Lorenzo felt that he had touched something.
Turning his head with difficulty, Lorenzo saw another person.
His mind seemed to have fallen into a cold sea, the biting cold permeated Lorenzo's entire body, it was a person suspended in the air, his attire was tattered, becoming tattered by the ravages of time, and it was also moving slowly as Lorenzo broke through it.
The face gradually appeared in front of his eyes, and it was blank.
This person had no facial features, only flat cheeks, just like the watchers he saw in the illusion.
Lorenzo could feel that there was more power that could be mobilized. He turned his head with difficulty and looked around. Behind Lorenzo, he saw countless similar corpses, one after another, floating in the air.
His sight was directed to the end behind him, where there was a dazzling dome of light. Lorenzo could only see a few blurry black shadows, which were very close to the light source, so close that they almost merged into one.
No… that's not right.
Lorenzo realized that the situation was not good. He looked at the "wall" in front of him in panic. At this moment he understood why these stone statues moved like this.
It's not a wall at all, it's the ground.
As the view widened, Lorenzo was one of the many floating corpses climbing upwards. They were attracted by the light of the dome and kept rising away from the earth, like angels summoned by God.
Lorenzo stretched out his hands and tried to grasp the hands of the statues, which were trying to hold him back and stop his ascent.
But Lorenzo had become too light, too much had been abandoned in the ascent.
Lorenzo didn't know what would happen if he continued to rise, but he instinctively felt fear, a fear far beyond the fear of death.