After leaving the hall, my guide led me into a showroom with spacious carriages painted with a brutal golden mixture, like a picture of Lewis Cranach. In my opinion, the themes described on these walls seem to illustrate events in the history of the race in which I was accepted. Among all the characters, most are men-like creatures I have seen, but not all of them appear in the same costume, and not all of them have wings. There are also various statues of animals and birds, which are completely unfamiliar to me, the background of which depicts landscapes or buildings. As long as my imperfect knowledge of painting art enables me to form an opinion, these paintings are very accurate in design and rich in color, showing perfect knowledge of perspective, but their details are not carried out in accordance with the composition rules approved by our artists. Arrangement-want to be a center; such effects are fuzzy, scattered, chaotic, confusing-they are like heterogeneous fragments of artistic dreams.

Now, we entered a medium-sized room, where what I learned later was that the family of my tour guide gathered together and sat at the dining table for people to eat. The forms grouped in this way are those of my tour guide's wife, his daughter and two sons. I immediately realized the difference between the two sexes, even though the height and proportion of the two women were higher than those of the men. Their faces, even if their contours and contours are still more symmetrical, lack the softness and timidity of expression, which makes the charm of human faces as seen from the earth. The wife does not wear wings, and the daughter wears longer wings than men.

My guide said a few words, and everyone sat up, with the peculiar gentle attitude and attitude that I had noticed before. In fact, this is the common attribute of this tough game. They paid tribute to me. . Their style consists of placing the right hand very gently on the head and emitting a soft and gentle single syllable, which is equivalent to "".

The hostess in the room then sat me next to her and filled one of the plates with golden plates.

When I eat, although these cigars are new to me, I admire the delicious food rather than being unfamiliar with their taste. My companions talk quietly, and as far as I know, I politely avoid Anything that mentions myself directly, or any annoying checks on my appearance. However, I am the creature in the human world that the humans I have ever seen belong to, so I am regarded by them as one of the strangest and abnormal phenomena. But this person did not know all the rudeness, and the youngest child was taught to despise any intense emotional demonstrations. After the meal, my guide took me by the hand again, and then re-entered the gallery, and encountered a metal plate with strange characters, which I correctly thought was the nature of our telegram. A platform dropped, but this time we installed it to a greater height than the previous building, and found ourselves in a medium-sized room, its general characteristics largely remind visitors of it. The upper world. There are shelves on the wall, and there seems to be books inside, which is true. Usually small, like our diamond zodiac, shaped in our volume and bound with thin metal plates. There are some strange-looking mechanisms interspersed, obviously models, such as can be seen in the research of any professional mechanic. The invention of the four automata machinery, together with these people, answered the general purpose of housekeeping services. Every angle on the wall stood like a phantom. The recess is a low sofa or a bed with pillows. A window was opened on the large balcony with some fabric curtains. My host walked into the balcony. I followed him. We are at the top of a pyramid. The distant scenery is an indescribable wild and majestic beauty:-a wide range of steep rocks forming a distant background, the middle valley of mysterious and changeable pastures, water and light, many of which are flames like roses, and the tranquil luster is covered by countless The lights are scattered on all the objects to form a whole, and none of my words can convey enough description; it is so good but so gloomy and cute, but so terrible.

But my attention quickly shifted to these secluded landscapes. A burst of joyous music suddenly appeared from the street below. Then the winged form flew into space. It was as if chasing that one, the other and the other; others came in, until the crowd grew thicker and there were countless people. But how to describe the wonderful grace of these forms in their undulating movement! They seem to be engaged in some kind of sports or entertainment; now forming opposing squadrons; now scattering; now, each group intersperses, soars, descends, weaves, and cuts; all time is calculated according to the following music, just like the legend The fairies in are dancing.

I stared at the master's fanatical surprise. I ventured to place my hands on the large wings folded on his chest. When I did so, I received a slight shock due to the passing of electricity. I flinched in fear; my master smiled, as if to satisfy my curiosity politely, slowly expanding his small gear. I observed the clothes under him swell into an air-filled bladder. His arms seemed to slide into the wings, and another moment, he launched himself into the glowing atmosphere, like an eagle basking in the sun, still hovering there undecided. Then, as the eagle swooped, he quickly rushed into the middle of one of the groups, passed in the middle, and suddenly flew high again. In one of the three forms, I want to recognize my master’s daughter, separate myself from the others, and then follow him, like a bird following a bird playfully. My eyes were fascinated by the lights, fascinated by the crowd, and no longer distinguished the rotation and evolution of these winged playmates, until now my master reappeared from the crowd and got out of the car next to me.

All the strangeness I have seen is now beginning to play out quickly in my senses; my heart is beginning to drift. Although I am not inclined to superstition and never believed that people can communicate physically with demons, I feel horrible and crazy excited. In the Gothic era, travelers may convince myself that they have witnessed "Sabbath" demons and witches. I have a vague memory of trying to repel my polite and indulgent master with fierce gestures, exorcism forms, and loud, incoherent words. His gentle efforts calmed me down; his clever guess was that the difference in form and movement between us caused my fear and confusion, and the wings that inspired my strange curiosity were more strongly perceived during the movement. No; his gentle smile tried to drop my wings to the ground, and tried to show me that they were just mechanical efforts that eliminated my alarm. This sudden change really made me more fearful, and since extreme fear often manifested as extreme courage, I swooped at his throat like a beast. In an instant, I fell to the ground due to an electric shock, and the last chaotic image appeared in my sight, making me completely unreasonable.

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