Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第288/327页)

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    Stuacrowdofgawkingonlookersbehindstrictlyenforcedpolicesecuritylines,Dimitriwasnotabletomoveastep.Thoughextremelyanxiousandimpatient,hewashelplesstodoanythingandcouldonlysendhisloyalservantsImaginationaivitytotheviityofthechurchtoseehowthingswere.Outofoldhabithesatdownoepsofabankbythesidewalk.HedidnotnoticethatitwasabranchofWorldBank.Thelinesofcarsingoutofthechurchthioadribbleuntilfinallythestname-brandluxuryspotscarflewcrookedlydowreetareetbecameempty.ThecrowdofonlookerskhattheshowwasoverandtheVIPguestshadleft,sotheytooturogohome.DimitrilookedalroundwwhyhisloyalservantshadnotebacktoreportonwhateningihechurdatientlyrearingtogowhenhesawCreativityhalfrunning,halfflyingtowardshim,shouting,

    “Theblockadeisoverandpeopleandcarsarefreetomovenow.Let’sgoquicklytothechurow.ThesixteeiesfromtheKingdomofDreamsarejustwalkingintothechurch,wemusthurry…oritwillbetoote…”

    “Hey,KingDimitri,”saidImagination.“Pleasebequidgointoyourstateofzero.Leavealltheresttomeaivity.”ItwasonlythenthatDimitrirealizedwhatImaginatiowhenhesaidawhileagothattherewasasttricktheyhavenotusedyet.Hemeaeofzero.Dimitriimmediatelyclosedhiseyes,stoppedthinkingandfellintothestateofzero.Hefelthisfeetleavingthegroundandheardwindhowlingpasthisearsasifhewasflyingintheairbymagic.Actuallyitwashistwoloyalservantsholdinghimbyhisarmsandwerehalfrunningandhalfflyingtowardsthechurch.Afterafewseds,thesoundofwindstoppedandhefoundhimselfstandingsteadilyontheground.

    “Ah,there’snothingIdo”hesighed.“Iambackagainintherealworld.MyfleshbodywilloncemorebetrolledbygravityandImustmakeuseofthisheavyandclumsybodyagain.”

    “Hey,KingDimitri”saidthevoiaginationclosetohisear.“Youarenowstandingattheentrahechurch.Walkforwardafewstepsandyouwouldbeenteringthechurchproper.CreativityandIhavesomethingimportatakecareofandwillhavetoleaveyouforalittlewhile.Assoonasweleaveyouwillloseyoursenseofsight.youtakecareofyourself?”

    “Youguysgoanddowhatyoumust”answeredDimitri.“Iamperfectlycapableoftakingyself.”Assoonasthetwoleft,Dimitriwasagainengulfedbyaninkydarkness,darkasthedarkestnightandhistwoeyescouldseenothingatall.Tappinghiswhiteeinfrontofhim,Dimitricarefullymadehiswayforward,themetaltipofhisemakingaclear,coldechoasittouchedthemarblefloor.

    anmusinands,swelledupinthechurch.Theoldpasthiswatdfoundthatitwastimetoperformthesedweddioodup,hastilyleftthevestryroomandheadedtowardsthealtar.Youngwomendressediicalwhitegownsstoodintwoandorderlyrowsbeforethealtar.Theoandingierofthefrontrowwasheavilyveiledwhiletheveilsoftheothersixteenyoungwomenhadalreadybeenturnedback,revealingtheirbeautifulfaces.Theoldpastorkhattheveileddywasthebride,theoneforwhomthisweddingceremonywastobepreformed.Healsomarveledattheexquisitecharmofthisgroupofyoungwomen,whoseloveliness,forckofsuitablewords,couldonlybedescribedassacredahereal.Theoldpastorclearedhisthroatandsaidsolemnly,

    “Theweddingceremonyisabouttobegihebrideandthegroomtaketheirpcesplease.”Alovelyteen-agedgirljustohresholdofyoungwomanhoodsteppedouttoleadtheheavilyveiledbrideto