Chapter 205 Me Outside the Mirror

When Russell opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the temple.

It looked like the hallway of a church.

The sunlight at noon shines in from the side, passing through part of the glazed transparent wall, creating a colorful and constantly flowing rainbow light on the ground.

And more sunlight flowed in from nowhere, making the entire church extremely bright. But when Russell lowered his head, he couldn't even see his own shadow.

This is not a complete building, just a corridor.

There is stained glass on one side and many portraits on the other side. Some of the portraits were still covered with heavy red cloth, while others had been removed.

The entire corridor is made of pure white stone bricks. In addition, there are silver-white candlesticks placed at regular intervals, and there are also ivory-white walls and ceilings.

Those candlesticks were burning quietly with pale flames. But even the candlestick itself had no shadow at all.

It was the extremely glorious temple that Russell saw in the depths of his soul after completing the spiritual transfer.

Russell did not stop immediately, but tried to move forward.

He passed the portraits and continued walking.

But he walked very far, and it always felt like this corridor seemed to have no end or ending. The paintings around him were all covered with red cloth, and he seemed to have seen seventy or eighty portraits covered with red cloth.

The corridor has no end and no ending. No matter how far you go, you're just going back and forth in this set of corridors.

But when he looked back, he found that he had not gone very far - not far ahead were the portraits that had taken off the red cloth.

He just walked back a few portraits and stopped in front of Morgan's portrait.

When Russell looked over, the portrait turned into a mirror at some point.

She looked at herself in the mirror and raised her hand curiously.

Her hand outside the mirror had turned into Morgan's hand - when she curiously reached out to touch her ears, the touch in her hand was that of a horse's ear, not the familiar cat's ear.

"So my change...is this?"

Morgan murmured: "That pale mask is just a mirror?"

But "Morgan" in the mirror put his hands on his hips with dissatisfaction and complained: "You are in trouble, Russell.

"Morgan wouldn't talk in that tone. Barbers are just fine."

"So...what should Morgan be like?"

Morgan whispered: "She is a strong person, with love and determination in her heart. But she is also a fragile person.

"What was immersed in her heart was still the guilt that she had taken away the opportunity for Lan Geyu to go to school in the past. This guilt extended and created a desire for suicide... She longed for a meaningful death.

"Rather than saying that she is determined to fight against Kamalse, it is better to say that she is choosing a suitable grave for herself."

"I don't need a grave."

“Morgan” in the mirror shook his head: “It’s enough for me to dissolve in this rainstorm.

"I'm nothing, I'm useless. I'm just an ordinary person with better luck... I was lucky enough to meet him. But luck will eventually run out, and I will eventually dissolve in water."

"It is ultramarine water. In other words, it is dissolved in the ocean. It is born in a color similar to the blue songbird's wings, and finally turns into colorful foam under the sun..."

Morgan looked at himself in the mirror and murmured in a low voice: "Just like the 'Daughter of the Sea', your core is the 'desire for sacrifice'."

"It's not 'you'. It's 'us'."

"Morgan" in the mirror became increasingly dissatisfied.

But when Morgan raised her head again...she had completely transformed into the real Morgan in terms of temperament and demeanor.

On the contrary, Morgan in the mirror looks more like an actor.

It was like an actor wearing a Morgan costume, sitting down and drinking water carelessly in the lounge. That's an action that doesn't fit the "character".

"Yes, is us."

Morgan said obediently and responded warmly: "I made a mistake."

Because that's what Morgan deserves.

She took a step back cringingly, but then firmed up and looked at herself in the mirror.

Because that's what Morgan deserves.

She raised her hand, and with just a thought, her right arm became colorless and transparent, dissolving into water. But they are very contrary to common sense of physics. They do not fall freely from the air, but like shaking a mineral water bottle with only one third of the water, the white foaming water changes its shape violently in the air.

Then, they gathered together to form an arm again. Even the clothes are there, as if they are no different from before.

That's a perfect imitation.

I'm afraid even Bluebird can't tell which one is the real Morgan.

"But at best, this is just 'imitation'."

"Morgan" in the mirror shook his head: "You still don't understand...Russell."

As her words fell, Morgan outside the mirror changed back to Russell's form at some point.

But she was still Morgan in the mirror.

The first psychic failure made Russell's eyes widen in shock.

Morgan smiled sweetly in the mirror, and replied with a girl-like lightness that Morgan would never possess: "You are so similar, Russell! But it is precisely because you are so similar that it is unreal.

"You're just reading the script. What you become is not the real 'Morgan', but the 'ultimate Morgan' you have seen."

...No, this is not an attitude that Morgan can never have.

It may exist. But it's just impossible for Morgan to exist in this period... After all, Morgan also had her own girlhood.

If you think about it this way, she may have the day when she grows up and gets married. Maybe there will be a day when she will give birth to a child with Blue Ge Yuan and become a mother. Maybe there will be a day when I become old and lie in a hospital bed with a family full of children and grandchildren.

And what he played was just Morgan frozen in that moment.

But other Morgans are also real Morgans.

Russell suddenly understood.

He was convinced.

He finally knew where he had made an oversight.

People are changing, but the people he imitates no longer change. This is the biggest flaw.

"...Vessel of God."

Russell gently called Morgan's name in the mirror: "Should I grant them growth?"

Hearing this, the "God Vessel" became silent.

She looked at Russell and motioned for him to follow her.

So she walked to the side.

"It's not so much about growth..."

She walked and talked.

Russell walked with her, watching her move from the frame belonging to Morgan to the frame next door to her father, the bird of paradise.

The original Morgan turned into a white-haired middle-aged man in an instant, but his words did not change at all: "It would be better to say that it is 'degenerative'."

He walked on and turned into a bluebird.

"You should leave some possibility of 'error' in humanity. Your divinity is so strong that you can understand humanity but not truly become a human being."

Then Bluebird turned into Alice.

In a clear and gentle voice, she continued: "You should give these masks souls.

"Remember... you are playing them, not becoming them. Art comes from life, but is higher than life...

"No matter what, you should be yourself. You have to allow these masks to deviate from the 'character you know', because the process of 'recognition' is also the understanding and interpretation of the character..."

Eventually, Alice transforms back into Russell.

He turned around, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled mischievously.

"Now, can you still be sure that it's you outside the mirror, not me?"

Russell said word for word.