主题：【原创】Love Game -- 雪花

(次处Mindworm攻击略去, 贴不上来) … A sharp pain shot through her head and she was suddenly free. She opened her eyes wide and gasped in fresh air. Lily rotated around her, while a large boil of mindworms slowly receded toward the crimson colored fungus.

“You saved me.” She looked at Lily appreciatively. As if reading her mind, Lily stopped rotating and descended in front of her. Pressing on her aching temple, she knew she was too tired. She would not have fallen under the psych assault of the worms this easily, if she were her normal self. Centauri A was rising from the horizon. It was time to head back, she decided, pushing away all thoughts of him. … His hand touching her body … She shook her head, and looked toward the direction the mindworm went, hoping to redirect her thought to the imminent danger.

Her blood froze at what she saw. Far inside the red fungus, a colony of golden mindworms wiggled, their antennae thrusting into the air. A man stood in the middle of the mindworms, fighting to keep them away from him. It’s him! Blood gushed toward her head. She jumped up and dashed toward him, screaming inside. … Don’t! … It was an illusion … Lily was on her way, trying to block her. Yes it must be an illusion. It has to be an illusion … She pushed Lily away, and continued running toward him. Hold on … I’m coming … She must save him. There was no way for her to make sure if it was another mindworm’s trick. It couldn’t be him. But she couldn’t take the risk. She ran into the fungus. She had psych power. She could save him. She wouldn’t be able to fend off the army of mindworms. But she had to try. She had to save him … She ran. The worms started coming to her. But they couldn’t get close. Those that got close were flipped away, their antennae toasted like they were on fire. He was waving his arms. His face looked worried. Don’t come … my love … don’t … More and more mindworms flew toward her, over the toasted body of their companions, like golden waves in a red sea. She ran toward him, like a moth drawn to fire. … I'd catch you when you jumped, and hold your hand afterwards …