【One photo, one story】-[Creation] Eye

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This is Matt citizen , I am Ayong, in the "one photo, one story" essay contest organized by POTATO MEDIA .
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It was a long-awaited birthday trip.

The plane whirled over the endless Pacific Ocean.
When landing, the landing gear paused heavily on the land of the island, and it shook the excitement in my heart.

It's finally here.

The island is geographically distant from other outlying islands, and its inhabitants are also exclusive. Over time, civilization can no longer reach (or pollute) the cultural ecology of this island.

"This airport is too broken." The travel companion complained while retrieving luggage from the cabin door: "There is not even a broadcast."
"Otherwise, what are you here for?" I asked him casually, but my eyes stopped outside the fence not far from the plane's take-off and landing track.

It was a sheep with its back to me, looking at the distant horizon.
Under the jagged back, there is an exaggerated belly.
The neck is connected to the head of the inverted triangle, with two plate-shaped horns standing on the top, and the horns are covered with patterns.
Seemingly aware of my sight, the sheep flicked its tail, turning its head wide and pointed towards me little by little.

"Wait for the New Year?" The travel companion patted the back of my head: "Let's go."

The island is beautiful.
The hot summer sun is fierce and violent everywhere it can reach, but it basks in the bright green of the thick green mountains and the pure and deep blue of the ocean.
There is no need to deliberately arrange itineraries to find attractions, just sitting on a motorcycle galloping along the coastline, you will feel that your body and mind are unprecedentedly carefree.

"Go!" An emergency made me wake up from the lawless beauty. The travel companion supported the crooked helmet and exclaimed, "There are sheep!"
There are more than sheep. Everywhere you see are scattered with sheep of different sizes and colors.
We put out the fire and walked slowly towards them.
These sheep are not afraid of people at all. Some are lazily chewing on grass roots, some are climbing rocks, and some are dropping smooth black particles from their flanks.
We, the fussing tourists, turned out to be a bland and inevitable routine in their eyes.

"I've never seen so many sheep in my life, it's too cute!" The traveling companion happily took out his mobile phone: "Help me take pictures with the sheep!"
"Be careful he kicks you," I took the phone, I watched her crouch down beside the sheep, made various gestures, and couldn't help but complain again: "Or shit on you."
"If you're noisy again, just get out of the car and go." Taking the phone from my hand, my travel companion picked out the photo I just took.

At this time, I saw the sheep's eyes carefully for the first time.
The sheep's eyes take up a large proportion of the face.
Under the long and thick eyelashes, there is a pair of shining golden lights.
In the middle of the golden light, there is a crack in the shape of the national character "一".
From a biological point of view, that fissure is called the pupil, and it is the place where the entire world is created in the sheep's head after light enters.
But at this moment, the blood-like setting sun shines on the sheep's face, making its eyes look like they are burning with raging flames.
And that crack is the way to hell.
It seems to be getting bigger and bigger at any time, and finally swallowing me.

"Are the sheep on the island raised by someone?" After arriving at the homestay, I asked the owner, who is a local.
"Sheep," the boss looked at the proprietress with a tacit smile: "They support themselves."
"Is that too much?" Thinking of those eyes, I couldn't help but shudder again: "Will the people on the island eat these sheep?"
"People on the island don't eat sheep." The boss's smile deepened, looking a little weird: "We also don't allow outsiders to eat sheep."
"Oh, what a pity." The travel companion swallowed: "Today, those sheep are so cute and fat, they must be delicious."

In the middle of the night, I woke up from a nightmare, and the operation of the air conditioner just stopped.
I forgot what I dreamed about, but I only remember the smell in the dream, the strong smell of mutton, which was faintly bloody.
"Damn, what to talk about eating sheep before going to bed." While complaining in the bottom of his heart, he opened the quilt to find the remote control and restarted the air conditioner.
The other side of the bed is empty.
I hurriedly got out of bed, trying to find out where the travel companion had gone in the middle of the night.
The light switch seemed to be broken, and I flipped it back and forth several times, but still no response.
But the bathroom light was on.

"Hey," I knocked on the door, "are you in there?"
I was answered by a chewing sound.
The chewing sound was very sticky, with a bit of a creepy biting sound.
"Fuck, it's not funny!" My hand clenched the doorknob and knocked again: "Will you go in without answering?"
The door handle was released from my hand, and the door was pushed open by my weight.

I saw a bloody sheep on the ground, and its abdominal cavity had long been torn open, revealing its guts that had been bitten to pieces.
And the traveling companion's hand was still digging and digging in the entrails, as if looking for something extraordinary.
Hearing my voice, she turned her head slowly.

On that human face, there were a pair of sheep eyes embedded in it...