Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
Eye of Kukulkan
墨書 Inktalez
Have you heard of the sunflower theory? Stare at the sun for three thousand seconds, and for three seconds— even the gods will descend to earth.
I shook my head and followed him through the castle's gates. Almost as the gates opened, a wave of light surged, rushing irresistibly towards the castle, surrounding it in its magnificent splendor.
I marveled at the standard Byzantine dome and the splendid stained glass windows. But my gaze quickly settled on the uniquely shaped large clock, which resembled an eye. "Miss, this is the Horus wheel..." Because of my pause, the butler kindly introduced it to me. He was a gentlemanly gentleman, dressed in a high-quality tailcoat, looking dignified and handsome. The intertwining of red and black in the mural shook me, oh the burning Kierkegaard. Finally, it wasn't the same old Virgin Mary.
Before going up the stairs, I saw a room at the side of the corridor, with murals of snakes, Adam, and Eve on both walls. Mr. Manstead led me to the fourth floor, and looking down from there, the grand spiral staircase was so beautiful that it left me speechless. I was so captivated that I almost stumbled and fell, but luckily I was caught in time. The room on the fourth floor could almost pass for a shop. I have a soft spot for the texture of mahogany and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's really antique." However, Mr. Manstead smiled and corrected me: "Culcan Castle. It has been like this since the 15th century. They are all genuine antiques, my dear lady." He spoke of the luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling and the expensive Persian carpets on the floor. In his stories, the owner of this castle seemed to be incredibly wealthy and prominent. "You've been here for a long time, haven't you?" The butler looked very young but was excessively skilled in his duties, so I curiously asked. Unexpectedly, he couldn't help but laugh and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses that were slipping down. "I apologize, miss, but that's a secret."
I think my question isn't very funny.
"If there are no issues, miss..." he bowed to me, and I quickly interrupted, feeling embarrassed, "Although it's abrupt, the room in the hallway downstairs with the Adam Eve mural, I really want that one, please..." I hadn't finished bowing before I was halfway helped up, "A qualified gentleman should not refuse a lady's request." Mr. Manstead reached out to me, and we returned to the first floor.
Before entering, I glanced at the large clock in the hall, it's really beautiful.
He smiled and instructed me, "There are a few more things I need to tell you. Today, you need to familiarize yourself with the surroundings. So please remember, after today, starting tomorrow, you cannot leave the house at noon, because the hosts are accustomed to holding dances in the hall and do not want outsiders to disturb. Also, you cannot wander around the castle casually, as you might intrude into other residents' rooms, miss."
"So, if there are no problems, Miss..." He bowed to me and performed a farewell kiss.
After saying this, he hurriedly left. I didn't even have a chance to ask him - but this castle, it's just the two of us, isn't it?
I just started to take stock of my room. The room I set my eyes on is small and ordinary, with no comparison to the one on the fourth floor. But there is also a clock hanging in my room, a smaller version of the Horus wheel. There is a bookshelf filled with Edgar Allan Poe, Edgar Allan Poe? It seems that the previous owner had average taste.
I randomly picked up a volume and read it attentively. Hmm, strange. I am very tired, but I still forced myself to stay focused...
I got up, was about to open the door, and when I looked at the clock, my eyes were a little blurry, it was twelve o'clock. Yesterday, Mr. Manstead specifically told me not to go out. When I came back, I saw a card on the table.
Good morning, miss:
Wishing you a pleasant day.
Mr.Manstead
Breakfast is a large rhubarb turnover with vanilla cream. He's quite an interesting gentleman, but when did he come in to deliver breakfast? I was really fast asleep.
After finishing breakfast, I looked at the clock. It was already one o'clock. Time really flies.
As I walked towards the door, just as I opened it, Mr. Manstead brought dinner. I said, "I'll eat it later, thank you. I'm about to go out." But he pointed at the clock and said, "I'm sorry, you can't go out without finishing your meal." I looked at the clock, it was already seven o'clock. My eyes were a bit blurry, and I was feeling tired, but I still mustered up the energy to suggest to the butler, "I sincerely suggest that next time you cook it to medium rare. I can't handle the red liquid on the plate, okay?" I heard him say "goodnight," and as I took one last look at the clock, it was already ten o'clock.
Time passes so quickly.
So, as long as the door is not opened, everything will be normal.
I didn't open the door all day, but Mr. Manstead didn't send any food either. It wasn't until evening that another card appeared on my table.
Good evening, miss:
Wish you a wonderful evening.
Mr.Manstead
A steak. "A steak cooked to medium, I hope it suits your taste?" he said. I was very tired, but I forced myself to stay alert, glancing at the clock, it was already ten o'clock.
What time is it now?
My clock is ringing, does it really ring? What's that sound outside the door? I'm pushing the door, I pushed it open, and there really are people dancing in the hall. A group of people. Oh, and there's a woman sweeping the floor, why is she looking over here? I can't go out, I can't go out, not now.
The bell rang.
I am not at the door of the room - outside the castle gate.
She pulled me and ran wildly. She had green eyes that seemed to contain all the vitality of life and a head of reddish-brown hair. "Let go, do you know what you're doing?!" Someone was chasing us from behind, speaking forcefully from time to time. I glanced back and saw golden eyes looking down on us, not like the sun, but still imposing. "You, what about you? What are you doing? I'm saving her, I'm saving us. She's Zephyr, not a tool! Not!" She was very pale and excited, hiding me behind her slender figure.
Shall I choose?
Below, a glance cannot penetrate. I pushed down the green eyes and brown-red hair.
Mirror, there is a mirror in my room, and at the four corners of the mirror, oh, a library. Such a big library. I walked in, and I saw the interweaving of black and red, such a big flower blooming in front of my eyes. Is it real?
The bell rang. I thought of the dancing crowd, in my room, oh, the eaves decorated with snakes and birds. Egypt, the feathered serpent god on the pharaoh's mask? So Adam and Eve, so the snake, so... oh... oh
It's like this.
The clock is ringing.
Time passes so quickly.
I returned to the hall, this is the second time, standing in the hall. The hall is empty, Mr. Manstead is leading me to dance, not tap dance, not that sound. The phonograph is playing a waltz. "Miss, do you like to dance?"
I looked at the wheel of Horus, and the second hand stopped.
So that's how it is.
So, he is a snake.
I looked up and saw a large group of calluses, dancing rhythmically, making some sound. There's no wind here, it's not because of the wind. "I don't like it."
Comment 0 Comment Count