The Curse of the Black Witch (I)
Once upon a time, there was a peaceful kingdom deep in the fairy tale continent, where there were few quarrels and disputes,
Once upon a time, there was a peaceful kingdom deep in the fairy tale continent, where there were few quarrels and disputes, whether it was the royalty or the common people, everyone was so friendly and peaceful, and the days were happy and fulfilling. One day, the king accidentally entered the forbidden land while hunting and met with the black witch living here. The black witch took a fancy to the handsome king and turned out to be beautiful to seduce him, hoping that the other party would marry him and let her be the king's wife, the queen of the kingdom. But the wise king saw through the black witch's evil heart and refused her request. The narrow-minded Black Witch was so angry that she trembled and used all her magic power to cast the world's most vicious curse on the king's departing back. She said: "I will curse everyone in this kingdom, you can no longer see the true color of things. The curse soon took effect, including the king, everyone, their eyes were black witch magic covered with a layer of their color filter. Everyone's filter color is different, and no one knows what color their filter is and others. So the same thing looks like a bright red to some people and a cool blue to others, or in short, very different. But no one knows what the other person's eyes see, each person can only speak according to what they see in their own eyes. And so the disagreement arises. The owner of the vegetable store felt that the tomatoes in his store were freshly picked from the fields, all bright red and full, but a regular customer suspected that the tomatoes were white and gray, as if they had been left too long to grow mold. The tailor-made a pink dress for a neighbor's girl, but the girl who got it pouted and complained that the dark ochre color was not to her liking. The poet saw the colorful rainbow after the rain and wrote a poem in its praise, but when it was published, he received only endless ridicule from his readers, who ridiculed his description of the rainbow as nonsense and not at all accurate. Such things are too numerous to count and happen all the time in every inch of the kingdom. Very often, people see the same thing, but because of the different filters in their eyes, the dialogue between each other became a chicken and a duck, and misunderstandings will be like a snowball rolling bigger and bigger, no longer explain. This is the evil of the curse, no one can see the true color of everything without the filter, and each person's filter is different so we can not understand each other. People disagree because they see different things, and the disagreement accumulates into suspicion, and the suspicion explodes into an argument, and the argument turns into war. Even the blind people who could not see colors were involved in the strife, after all, their friends and relatives always had a position, and they could not be left alone. Only a very few lucky people, happen to meet someone with a filter similar to their own, get along less difficult, except for the occasional minor friction over things other than color, and most of the time can keep in line. These lucky people are called soul mates, yet their numbers are so rare that they are almost negligible in this chaotic kingdom. Some wise men, keenly aware that the situation was not right, came forward to advise people to remain calm, but the voice was too faint and was soon drowned out in the din of noise and no one cared.
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Mermaid's Poem (IV)
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