Aphrodite entered the dream of Tartarus. He walked out from behind a thick tree trunk. The slender black-haired boy was looking up at the top of the tree blankly.
Aphrodite followed his gaze, but there was no one on the branch, and she didn't know what he was looking at.
The black-haired boy lowered his head, sighed softly, with a melancholy expression, and then the scene began to change.
A familiar mountain road appeared in front of him. Aphrodite followed him, walked out of the thick fog surrounding him, and stopped in front of the Temple of Eros. He stood quietly in front of the temple, and left after a long time. Switched to another scene.
Sitting on the throne of the abyss, looking at most of the vacant seats next to him, and occasionally looking at the dome, passing through many obstacles, staring at the direction of the sacred mountain.
The direction he was looking at was empty, but Aphrodite seemed to understand what he was looking at.
The scene changed frame by frame, and Tartarus remained calm, without much change in expression.
Until finally he closed his eyes and woke up in a handsome young man with sky-blue eyes in a forest. Get up and look around in confusion, as if looking for someone.
Aphrodite's heart moved, and after hesitating for a few seconds, she manifested her real body in the dream, appeared behind a tree not far from him, and then walked out.
Tartarus, transformed into Adonis, the little plant god who lives in a corner of the forest.
When he saw the handsome silver-haired god coming out from behind the tree, his brows and eyes immediately turned into a crescent shape, he waved his hand at Aphrodite, and called out, "Yahweh, here I am!"
Aphrodite paused, breathed a sigh of relief, then walked over quickly, sat down beside him, stretched her long legs, Adonis blinked, and leaned towards him affectionately, leaning On his shoulder, whispered: "Yawei, I had a nightmare just now, and then I was frightened awake."
Aphrodite embraced his shoulders and asked, "What kind of nightmare did you have?"
He grabbed the hem of Aphrodite's clothes, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes: "I was in a dream. I dreamed that I was not an ordinary third-class god, but the most powerful and noble primitive god."
Aphrodite was slightly stunned, and immediately realized that in the dream, the primary and secondary identities of Adonis and Tartarus were reversed.
Aphrodite thought about it and asked: "Isn't this a good dream? Why are you still woken up?"
Adonis looked at him gently and calmly, and said softly: "Because of you in the dream, you don't love me anymore."
Aphrodite lowered her head and looked at the young man in her arms. Adonis looked at him blankly and murmured: "I am so powerful and noble in my dreams. I often meet you too. I think There is a tacit understanding between us, and you often smile at me, but there seems to be a shallow film on the outside of you, which is not thick, but it can't be torn apart, so I can't touch you."
"I can only watch you from the sidelines, but I can actually pierce that membrane with a knife, but..."
Aphrodite let out a muffled hum from her throat: "Huh?"
Adonis' voice faded, and he murmured: "But I feel that after I do that, you may be very upset. Although you sometimes feel irritable in the membrane, when you see that everyone can't touch you , seems to be very happy again. And if the membrane is torn, not only I can touch you, but other gods can also use it to touch you. Think about it this way, if I tear the membrane , I feel bad. I create opportunities for everyone to touch you, but I may be the only one who is resented."
"So I gave up. Although we can't touch, you will smile at other people, but I can feel that you like me the most."
The silver hair was gently blown by the blowing wind, Aphrodite didn't speak, and Adonis' voice became softer: "So I gave up, and changed my mind, waiting by your side, I want to wait for you Walk out of the film on your own initiative."
"Actually, that's not bad, but it's just empty every now and then..."
"Fortunately, I woke up." Adonis' voice gradually warmed up. He tilted his cheeks, looked at the silver-haired god next to him tenderly and vividly, and said cheerfully, "You are right by my side."
Aphrodite smiled slightly, her gaze fell straight on the stone not far away.
Adonis looked at him, his smile gradually disappeared, and he said in a daze, "Yahweh, you have changed."
"You are like him in my dream."
Aphrodite gently held his cheek, and asked in a low voice, "Is it okay for me to be like this?"
Adonis shook his head: "How could I like you badly, I just..."
He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and buried his face in Aphrodite's palm. A muffled voice came from it, and he asked, "Am I dreaming again?"
certainly.
Aphrodite responded lightly, and Adonis said in frustration, "Okay then, I want to wake up."
Aphrodite smiled and said, "But you may go to the next dream."
Tartarus's hoarse voice came, and there was an indescribable inexplicable meaning in it. He asked, "Will the next scene be a good dream?"
Aphrodite kissed him lightly on the forehead: "Yes."
Tartarus raised his head and smiled softly: "I have felt it from now on."
The dream was quietly shattered, Aphrodite returned to reality, Tartarus adjusted his posture, silently covered his face with his arms, and went back to sleep.
Aphrodite glanced at him, sent Tartarus to the temple, and let him fall asleep comfortably.
Then he turned out the soul of Iapetus, which he had forgotten for a long time, from the corner.
Fortunately, Aphrodite and Tartarus used Iapetus to contact each other. When Tartarus recalled his past with Aphrodite, Aphrodite finally remembered the long-forgotten story. Iapetus, with a little apology, brought him out.
Aphrodite forgot about Iapetus, but his son Prometheus did not forget that he also kept a fragment of Iapetus's soul, and was haunted by Iapetus all day long. How can I forget him
It's just that he didn't forget whether he had forgotten, and Prometheus couldn't remind Aphrodite. After all, Aphrodite had already gone to the Hebrew God Realm, and he couldn't find it even if he wanted to.
Fortunately, Zeus is gone, and the next king of gods has no malice towards Iapetus, and no one will come to cause trouble when Iapetus occasionally uses the soul fragments from Prometheus to walk outside.
Iapetus was gradually satisfied, and until today, he, who had been sidelined for a long time, was finally remembered by Aphrodite through the east wind of Tartarus.
Aphrodite looked at him gently. The god of souls, Iapetus, was probably the most ruthless god he had ever exploited, and he was also the most obedient and witty one.
Aphrodite did not intend to be a looter who could only get in and out, and now it was time for Iapetus to collect the results.
The fragments of Iapetus's soul that had been separated were gathered together by Aphrodite, and Iapetus regained the title of the god of soul, and stood beside Aphrodite happily, By the way, the name of Prometheus was confirmed, which confirmed that he was indeed the ancestor of humanity.
With this, Prometheus will enter the new era and establish his belief among human beings.
In the temple, Tartaros moved a bit, revealing a pleasant smile in his sleep, his face calm and indifferent.
Aphrodite looked at Hera with a bleak expression, then at Hephaestus with a stern face, after thinking about it, she decided not to sleep and listen to the psychological journey and love and hatred of those years, Skip directly to the last step, give them a sweet dream, and sleep well for a hundred years.
A hundred years from now, I'm sure I'll be relieved.
Aphrodite thought about it, and when she saw Ares who was having nothing to do, she shook her head, and it turned out that Ares was the most trouble-free.
Thinking of this, Aphrodite ignored the probing Chaos who glanced over from time to time, breathed a sigh of relief, and solemnly summoned Narcissus.
It's time... to create flesh for Narcissus.