God

God implanted a seed into the embryo, and he said it was his child.

There is a strange red under the child's clavicle, such as a small flower bud.

Blushing like blood.

The child never knows that in his body, there is a soul of a flower.

She curled up in a small flower and slept peacefully.

The days are calm and watery, and day after day.

Finally, one day, a seed was thrown into the water, causing layers of ripples.

Then, it is a huge wave.

It was an unprecedented storm.

It is dark and dark. The wind is raging.

The warm daylight was almost ruthlessly deprived in an instant, replaced by heavy rain.

The skull covered his face.

The child did not have an umbrella. He held his arms in the rain and cried.

No one cares about him.

People ran past him, hid home, and closed the doors and windows.

Splashes of water hit the child.

The world has become very empty.

The child is alone in the rain.

Curled into a small core.

He forgot the way home. Or he has no home at all.

forgotten. There is no more.

The whole world is raining.

There is only a lazy rain. Mixed with the child's weak whimper, very light.

The weak body trembled in the rain.

The rain soaked his clothes.

The flower buds under the collarbone become dull.

It seems to be ruined and perished.

The soul of the flower is still asleep.

She shivered in the little flower and still slept.

Maybe she wants to wake up, but she can't open her eyes.

She felt the coolness of a stock, it seems that there was rain immersed in a small flowerbed.

There are water in the stamen.

But she just shrank and did not wake up.

Or she will never wake up.

It’s been like a century.

The rain gradually stopped.

The sky is more and more dim.

Gradually, the last light disappeared.

The child was drowned in the darkness of the fingers.

fear. Unable to speak the huge loneliness.

The child is swallowed up by the endless darkness.

The soul of the flower is no longer shrinking, and she gradually stretches out.

The flower bud grows up in the dark. Become full and full.

She is still sleeping peacefully in the little flower.

Waiting for something. wait.

A long wait like the explosion of the universe.

The sleeping soul finally woke up in her sleep, and she heard the voice of God calling her.

God shouted softly in the softest tone:

Child, wake up.

He said, child, wake up.

The sound is soft as water.

The child looked at his shoulder in amazement.

Blushing like blood.

The only red in this endless darkness.

Red is thrilling.

Just at the moment she opened her eyes.

The dazzling light in the stamen illuminates the whole world in an instant.

She flew out of the flower, turned into a human figure, and fell in front of the child.

A quiet and beautiful smile on his face.

The child widened his eyes and looked at it all in amazement.

She wore a bloody red dress with strange flowers under the collarbone.

Blushing like blood.

Behind her is a pair of blood-red transparent wings.

Sacred and inviolable.

She smiled at him and he heard the sound of flowers.

She said: We are all children of God.

After the storm. In the endless darkness.

Fantasy rebirth.

We are all children of God.

God's children are singing.