Purgatory.
"Tsk." Madison suddenly curled her lips.
Leo glanced at Madison beside him, "What's wrong?"
"I'm wondering how to describe purgatory." Madison continued to follow Leo walking in purgatory.
"Why are you describing purgatory?" Leo asked.
"If I want to write a story for others, I must clearly describe the place where the story takes place." Madison glanced around schematically, "Just like this chapter between you and me, uh, it can be called 'Purgatory. '. Then, if I can't describe purgatory to everyone, there's no point in writing this dialogue."
"Why?" Leo blinked.
It was Leo who took Madison out of the infinite plane space on the grounds of letting Madison supplement his thoughts. Leo had accepted that Madison's way of keeping his mind 'active' was to continue working on his book manuscript.
So Leo no longer struggled with the fact that Madison continued to think that he still had a chance to get out of purgatory. Just cooperate with Madison.
"Because neither you nor I are important characters." Madison waved his hand, "If we want to occupy the space of the story, we must have enough gimmicks." Madison rolled her eyes, "The chapter name is, 'Two Do you know how to read the chat content of the extra?"
Leo tilted his head, "No."
"So here comes the gimmick. Without the halo of the protagonist, what can attract attention?" Madis opened his arms, and the dazzling color circled his open arms.
"This is here." Leo began to understand the thoughts of a story writer. "This is purgatory, the place where we chat."
"Exactly." Madis was unusually 'conscious', "As a sidekick, bringing a bit of 'exotic style' to this story is our current function. And I..." Madis resumed his 'tsk' sound. ' I had a helpless look on my face, "I find that my current ability to express myself cannot describe this place..."
A second-hand player who can't even fulfill his only function. He cannot use his perspective to show us what kind of world Purgatory is.
End of chapter…
"How did you describe the space you were in before?" Leo didn't seem to give up his space.
Madison shook his head silently, "Plane, an endless plane."
"Oh, that's quite the image."
Madison shrugged, "You don't have to take care of my feelings. There is no flat surface, so I don't have to think about any description." Looking around, his eyes were filled with light of various colors, "But here..."
"How about... you first explain to the people who are reading the story, the relationship between this place and your previous plane?"
Madison blinked, expressionless, "This is purgatory. The infinite plane I was on before is a space in purgatory..." Madison looked at Leo, "You, the gatekeeper of purgatory, are you lying?" I said you entered and exited through the 'door'. But there is no door at all." Madison began to walk harder, and colorful colors rippled as she stepped on them. Madison curled her lips and said, "It's a trap!"
"If you can't describe it yourself, you can use the classics that exist in this world as a metaphor~" Leo smiled.
"What metaphor?" Madison curled her lips, "Is this the kind of abyss in this world that you can fall into just by walking?"
"Yes~" Leo tilted his head, "It's called a 'rabbit hole'."
Madison frowned, "Uh, the rabbit hole in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland?"
"Uh-huh." Leo shrugged, "It's hidden in an inconspicuous place. The only way to enter is to lose your footing, but it's connected to a huge space. And the world inside is completely different from the world outside the cave.' rabbit hole'."
Madison tilted her head, "I believe that the 'rabbit hole' in reality is more often used as a metaphor for non-existence."
"That's right. That plane appeared because of your existence. You didn't bring your 'thoughts' to purgatory. There is no pit there."
Madison straightened his head, his face wrinkled, "Okay, 'rabbit hole'. This is the relationship between the plane space I was in before and purgatory." Madison raised his hand and wrote in the colorful colors with his fingers Next, "Plane, a rabbit hole of purgatory."
The two of them continued walking, and the 'handwriting' left by Madison's afterimage was quickly softened and disappeared by other colors, and blended into the glare of the eyes.
"Now you can write in the story that purgatory is a place with countless rabbit holes." Leo helped Madison think of a description that could be included in the manuscript. At the same time, he smiled at Madison, "You are not the only creature who came to purgatory with a living thought."
Madison shook his head slowly, "You said you would take me to meet other people in Purgatory. As a result, I counted. You took me to meet 23 creatures in total." He curled his lips and whispered, "I fell in." 23 'rabbit holes'." Madison's face darkened, "I saw 23 rocks."
Leo's expression didn't look good, "Maybe I spent too much time with you, and when I persuaded you to come out, their minds were exhausted and turned into stone."
Madison: "Purgatory, there is no concept of time." Leo used the expression of time in his words.
Leo made a 'that's what I meant' face, "You're welcome, I saved you."
Madison waved his hand, not bothering to argue. Madison knew that Leo was only expressing the consumption of thoughts. In this timeless purgatory, there was no speed of consumption at all. It may slowly move toward eternity, or it may come to an end in an instant...
Well. Everyone knows the concept of speed. The denominator is time.
Madison was silent for a while, or it could be a long time. It's hard to say, "The 18th stone is the vampire child of Barton, right." Madison asked Leo, "Do you want to take me to see Zach who was once People killed with 'Colt'..."
Madison didn't finish, "I want you to meet the original Barton." Just correcting the statement.
Madison tilted his head, "I understand, I did think of some things about Patton after seeing him." He curled his lips and said, "I have a lot more thoughts."
"As long as it works~" Leo smiled.
"Why?" Madison suddenly asked, "I can almost understand how boring your life in purgatory is. Staying in this place full of pits... uh, rabbit holes, you probably want to find a place where you can A living creature is always with you. But why..." Madison hesitated, "Looking for me?"
The reason for the hesitation was that Madison was certain he wouldn't be here forever. Leo invested his emotions in a waste...
"Well" Leo pursed his lips, "I'm not looking for you in particular." Leo still had a smile on his face, "Although you think you fell into the 'rabbit hole' for the 23rd time, you probably hate that kind of thing. The feeling of suddenly falling into the unknown. But for me..." Leo raised his hand, and his somewhat stiff fingers flicked the brilliant colors around him, "That's not unknown to me." Leo glanced at McGrady Sen, "You said you can't describe purgatory because your vision is filled with these colors, right? You can't see anything except me beside you, right."
Madison didn't respond immediately. He pursed his lips and waited for a while, "It doesn't matter, just use the gimmick to occupy space." He gestured to Leo to continue.
"Do you know what these colors are?" Leo asked.
"have no idea."
Leo kept smiling, "Madison, I've read your book manuscript, and you don't describe many things with colors. Your own hair, the neon lights on Becky Street, the demons in hell, the angels in heaven..."
Madison's face wrinkled again. Was this a mockery of his ability to express himself? Forget it, it's probably true.
"And, Phantom Man."
Madison was stunned for a moment, "Human desires?" Then Madison felt a chill. Was she walking among a pile of desires
"Don't be so narrow-minded." Leo patted Madison, "They are all things in people's minds. I don't understand. Why do you living creatures distinguish these things? Expectations, sense of existence, Delusion, rationality..." Leo shook his head, "You are already in purgatory, and I have already told you the only way to live in purgatory. Do you still treat these colors as one thing in a narrow way?"
"Thoughts?" Madison understood what Leo meant. Things that are not controlled by time are the only things in purgatory that can allow a creature to maintain biological dynamics. Thoughts should not be divided into those messy categories. They are all thoughts, and there is no superiority or inferiority. "These colors are thoughts? Whose thoughts?"
"Those stones." Leo tilted his mouth, "Or, it's the thoughts when they were not stones."
Madison thought for a while, "You said that thoughts will be worn out. Are they all gathered here?"
Leo nodded but then shook his head, "What you said is right, but it's completely wrong. Loss is loss. Well, how to describe it, a car's used oil is used up, and that oil becomes Becomes energy or waste." Leo's fingers played with the dazzling colors, "This is what becomes energy or waste." Looking at Madison, "But it does gather outside the rabbit hole."
"Is your vision unaffected by these colors?" Madison said that under the influence of these colors, the worst thing is visual pollution. If you want to try, you can find an empty room, and then buy a bunch of paints to paint the room with various colors. Color, stay in it until you forget time, and you will find that you have lost the perception of all space. This is why Madison cannot describe what purgatory looks like. Madison's entire perception of space was disrupted by these brilliant colors. "Well" Leo pursed his lips, "I'm not looking for you in particular." Leo still had a smile on his face, "Although you think you fell into the 'rabbit hole' for the 23rd time, you probably hate that kind of thing. The feeling of suddenly falling into the unknown. But for me..." Leo raised his hand, and his somewhat stiff fingers flicked the brilliant colors around him, "That's not unknown to me." Leo glanced at McGrady Sen, "You said you can't describe purgatory because your vision is filled with these colors, right? You can't see anything except me beside you, right."
Madison didn't respond immediately. He pursed his lips and waited for a while, "It doesn't matter, just use the gimmick to occupy space." He gestured to Leo to continue.
"Do you know what these colors are?" Leo asked.
"have no idea."
Leo kept smiling, "Madison, I've read your book manuscript, and you don't describe many things with colors. Your own hair, the neon lights on Becky Street, the demons in hell, the angels in heaven..."
Madison's face wrinkled again. Was this a mockery of his ability to express himself? Forget it, it's probably true.
"And, Phantom Man."
Madison was stunned for a moment, "Human desires?" Then Madison felt a chill. Was she walking among a pile of desires
"Don't be so narrow-minded." Leo patted Madison, "They are all things in people's minds. I don't understand. Why do you living creatures distinguish these things? Expectations, sense of existence, Delusion, rationality..." Leo shook his head, "You are already in purgatory, and I have already told you the only way to live in purgatory. Do you still treat these colors as one thing in a narrow way?"
"Thoughts?" Madison understood what Leo meant. Things that are not controlled by time are the only things in purgatory that can allow a creature to maintain biological dynamics. Thoughts should not be divided into those messy categories. They are all thoughts, and there is no superiority or inferiority. "These colors are thoughts? Whose thoughts?"
"Those stones." Leo tilted his mouth, "Or, it's the thoughts when they were not stones."
Madison thought for a while, "You said thoughts will be lost. Are they all gathered here?" "Those stones." Leo tilted his mouth, "Or, it's the thoughts when they were not stones." "Those stones." Stone." Leo tilted his mouth, "Or, it's the thoughts they had when they were not stones."
Madison thought for a while, "You said that thoughts will be worn out. Are they all gathered here?"
Madison thought for a while, "You said that thoughts will be worn out. Are they all gathered here?"
Leo nodded but then shook his head, "What you said is right, but it's completely wrong. Loss is loss. Well, how to describe it, a car's used oil is used up, and that oil becomes Becomes energy or waste." Leo's fingers played with the dazzling colors, "This is what becomes energy or waste." Looking at Madison, "But it does gather outside the rabbit hole."
"Is your vision unaffected by these colors?" Madison said that under the influence of these colors, the worst thing is visual pollution. If you want to try, you can find an empty room, and then buy a bunch of paints to paint the room with various colors. Color, stay in it until you forget time, and you will find that you have lost the perception of all space. This is why Madison cannot describe what purgatory looks like. Madison's entire perception of space was disrupted by these brilliant colors.