Children in the sky

I am a child from heaven, carrying the illusion of the world, resolutely jumping off the cloud and coming to an unknown place.

This place does not surprise me, but is somewhat familiar. The verdant grasslands dye the earth green, and the little trees are dotted on the innocent grasslands, refreshing and refreshing. The shock of the heart, this endless grassland is not like the endless clouds in the sky. The world is so beautiful, my fantasies become real, I really don't regret coming to this land.

I came to another place with the hustle and bustle of this beautiful person. I thought I could see the beautiful scenery like the original, but what was in front of my eyes was the dirty black land, the dark things on the ground. It emits a stench, and there is a ugly cuboid next to it. There lived in the same person as I did, but he was particularly scary against the backdrop of something glowing with antennas next to him, and the impetuous expression could not calm my heart.

Suddenly, I saw a strange thing driving at a high speed on the dark ground. They are coming towards me, what should I do? I had to run away desperately. I ran towards the beautiful grassland, but they have been chasing after. I am so scared, why is there such a big noise in this strange thing, will it not destroy the quiet atmosphere of the world? How can this strange thing have such an unpleasant taste, can it not cover up the aroma of grassland flowers and plants? I ran desperately, knowing that I heard a loud noise. I looked back and it was the strange things that accidentally bumped into each other. I can't help but regret it. This strange thing is really pitiful.

I am kneeling on this beautiful prairie, and I dare not go anywhere, as if I go out, there will be danger to my life. Until, I felt that the lawn I was lying on became terrible.

A familiar sound rang, and the ugly noise even withered, no mistakes, and strange things. My heart beats faster, and I suddenly look back. The strange thing has crushed my foot and crushed the beautiful flower. My pupils are getting bigger and I want to run away, but my legs are rotted. I had to be squashed by the strange thing.

The rotten my pure hand stroked the crushed flower and disappeared with the last grassland.

Third day: 1713662440