The Feather Library, a building that housed countless lies and secrets, collapsed with a deafening roar in the wake of their battle with the Feather King, raising a sky filled with black feather dust like a mournful elegy. After the dust settled, a strange tower that had never been mentioned in any Feather folk books—seemingly emerging from the deep recesses of time—appeared. This was the "Memory Tower," like a silent giant rising slowly and majestically from the ruined debris.
The tower had no stairs leading to its upper floors, nor any doors to enter. Instead, there were floating feather-light passages suspended in the air like blood vessels, pulsating with dim, intermittent lights. These lights flickered with complex messages of pain and remorse, guiding them toward the unknown depths within.
Nightling, like a ghost pulled by an invisible force, walked in the front. Her steps were light and drifting, like a lost soul who had finally found the path to reunite with a long-buried memory. Li Tuosen and Chu Yao followed closely behind, each step seeming as though they were treading heavily on the lies woven by the past, the weight of which was an invisible shackle, tightly binding their souls and nearly suffocating them.
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First Layer: The Layer of Words.
Inside the tower was eerily silent, yet it felt like a sealed vault of memories. Countless ghost-like voices, like water seeping through rock cracks, silently emerged from the cold walls—
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"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I just... lied..."
Each weak voice was like a lie frozen in time, once easily spoken by someone but now an inescapable shadow, forever etched into the walls of the Memory Tower. Those who had once lied were now imprisoned by their own fabrications in this illusory space, never to be freed.
Chu Yao's face, carved like ice and snow, suddenly turned as pale as paper. She was bound by an invisible force and suddenly stopped, cold sweat dripping from her forehead, splattering on the icy ground, shattering into pieces.
"This place... this place... is where I told my first lie to my mother to avoid punishment when I was a child..."
The surrounding space seemed to be twisted by an invisible hand, instantly shifting into a familiar, broken living room. Torn exam papers scattered across the floor like shredded hopes. Her mother's gentle, yet slightly reproachful voice echoed from the distant past, reverberating through the empty room—
"Such a low score... is this really your own work? Did someone secretly help you change it?"
She was like a child caught in a mistake, whispering nervously, "No, mom... this really... was my own work..." And then, like falling into an endless abyss, her feet were suddenly grabbed by countless cold, icy tendrils, plunging her into a black vortex of feathers. Her shadow, like a demon breaking free from its chains, opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and bit into her throat, bringing suffocating terror.
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"Enough!" Li Tuosen roared like an enraged beast, striking with a fist full of fury and resolve, instantly shattering the illusory vision before him. Chu Yao collapsed heavily into his arms, her fragile body shaking violently, gasping for air like a drowning person, her face as pale as a ghost.
Nightling, like a sage who had endured countless hardships, muttered softly, "This is the punishment of the Memory Tower... it will manifest your deepest lies, making you experience the pain and torment of them firsthand..."
They moved forward, stumbling, supporting each other like travelers in endless darkness, continuing to advance deeper into the tower.
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Second Layer: The Layer of Actions.
The space around them was gradually consumed by a disturbing blood-red hue. On every cold wall, silent mimes were projected, clearly reflecting every moment they had once "pretended to be kind, pretended to be calm, pretended nothing was wrong." These facades, once used to hide their true selves, now seemed to come alive, transforming into strange feather beasts. They had no faces, only sharp black feathers like thorns and cruel, vicious teeth that could tear everything apart, silently roaring their sins.
Nightling, like a ghost ensnared by the shadows of her past, confronted her own feather beast. It was her in a familiar school uniform, wearing a stiff, false smile, repeatedly saying, "I'm fine... I'm really fine..." Her feather beast, a manifestation of suppressed anger, lunged at her with a sharp, blade-like screech.
"You didn't say a word! You knew the truth, yet chose silence! You're an accomplice! You're just as vile as those liars!"
Nightling, like a sinner who finally gathered the courage to face her own wrongs, slowly closed her eyes. Her slender hands, like holding the most precious treasure, gently clasped the feather beast—her own dark side—and held it tightly.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... in the past, I lacked the courage to speak the truth, I chose to escape... but now... I am willing to bear all the wrongs I've committed..."
The feather beast, like her dark side, slowly turned into black dust in her gentle embrace, dissipating in the blood-red space. Tears, like pearls on a broken string, fell from her obsidian-like eyes, but the corner of her mouth revealed a smile, like a rainbow after the rain, full of release.
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Third Layer: The Core Layer.
At the very top of the tower was a massive feather cocoon, pulsing eerily like a beating heart. The cocoon was covered with countless names, each one a soul bound by lies, entangled around the dark heart.
In the center of the cocoon, there sat a chilling, human-like creature: a fallen angel with ten obsidian-like wings growing from its back. Its hollow eye sockets had no pupils, only a despairing emptiness. Its mouth was forever twisted into a smile that sent chills down one's spine—this was the source of all lies and suffering, the Black Feather King.
"I was born from the lies buried deep within every heart," it spoke, its voice like an oppressive force. "The more you repent for your sins, the stronger I become, for lies are the nourishment that feeds my power."
It opened its mouth, covered with barbed teeth, and from its abyss-like throat, it vomited countless dark feathers like poisoned arrows, which immediately took life, transforming into malevolent feather spirits that clawed and screeched toward Li Tuosen, Chu Yao, and Nightling.
Li Tuosen, like an enraged lion, let out a thunderous roar. He tore open his tattered shirt, revealing the black feather mark, burning with fire. The beast trapped inside him was unleashed, and its power surged with dark energy, sending a chilling glow into the air.
"You think we came here to repent for our past mistakes?" he shouted. "No—we came here to end you, the source of all this evil!"
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The feather cocoon resonated, like two planets colliding violently, memories swirling like a tidal wave. The feathers behind Li Tuosen, Chu Yao, and Nightling ignited like blazing flames, transforming into pairs of wings burning with unyielding willpower. They tore through the darkness like three meteors, racing toward the Black Feather King, the embodiment of lies.
Chu Yao's fiery memory of rebirth, Nightling's pure light of repentance, and Li Tuosen's sharp blade of truth—these collided in the eternal darkness above, exploding with a flame so intense it could burn away all lies and deceit!
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