The flames were dancing wildly in the furnace,where a soul and another soul are burning in together , just only left the ash of the memory.

Cristine picked up half of the photos, wipe the dust. A beautiful bright face can discern. This shot is the moment when Annac looked back after she had climbed Matterhom.

Her hair was messy floating in the wind, smiling face was as beautiful as the sunshine. It became her final shot while alive.

The fire was put out, the police said that it be caused by several children having a party. Those children have been far away from the life danger,and a few cases of manuscripts, theses, photos were burn.

Cristine put half a photo in the jacket pocket, leaned back against the car, stupefied.

“Come on ! we have a new task to do.” Jason patted Cristin’s shoulder and pick up the luggage, put it into the trunk.

In Portland, the snow scattered like a little poem at the began,and then became a sonnet, a full-length masterpiece, became an epic , covered the whole city unconsciously.

Jason drove at full throttle, as if only in this way he can make themselves fled from the sad memories.

‘Did you still insist that the Alps was once one of the imperial capital of prehistoric seven empire ? ’ Jason said,but he couldn't persuade his teammates.

"I'm sure it's right what Anna said that the seven prehistoric empires whose core areas with the seven pyramids corresponded to the seven prehistoric empires , were later unified by Atlantis. On the north side of Matterhorn we faund a prehistoric golden jar with some writing from the era of Atlantis on them.The writing of this era has a lot in common.Other archaeological teams have found similar jars in the Pyramid of Koreinpoqi, the Antarctic iceberg pyramid, the Mayan pyramid in America, and the Undersea pyramid in Japan. After opening the sealed jars for ten thousand years, they could smell a kind of strong stimulating fragrance."

The car rolled by some vineyards dotted with snowflakes, left two neat and beautiful sequential patterns on the road.Jason was deep in thought and silent. He knew that if they could find the golden jar once found on the Matterhorn in the Alps, it would be a news what a mysterious liquid existed in prehistoric times was popular not only in the distant past but also in the daily life of modern people,would shock the world and confirm what Cristine and Anne had said.

Jason was busy these days with a research conference on a large amount of pottery at the ruins of Pompeii. He just put Cristine on the plane to Bern, and went home alone.

Cristine has traveled between Portland and Bern for many times. This time, his heart became unusually heavy. He was about to dial her husband's cell phone number, but he hesitated and gave up.As she looked out of the plane window at the clouds, Christine saw the scene of heavy snow in Alps again:

"Cristine, I've found a golden jar with what looks like early Atlantis writing on it.'
Anne had grabed the ice axe with one hand and swung it in the air with the other.

"Can you get it?"Christine shook off the snow.

"Two steps up to get it.I can't climb any more."

"Hold on, Anne, that will be a great discovery."

With her teeth clenched, Anne forced another ice axe into the ice in the upper left, to support himself,but she couldn't help shaking.

It was getting dark, the wind knifed her face, and there was a distant thunderous roar.

"Look out, it's an avalanche..."Cristine cried.

"Wait a minute, I'm almost there..."

The snow and gravels from Anne's foot has been scattered, with several loud sounds, like snow and ice waves from the top of the head overwhelming hit down,leaving a vast expanse of whiteness...

It was night when Cristine arrived in Zermattthe ,a small town at the foot of the Matterhorn. Many of the campers had cancelled their plans to climb the mountain because of the recent mild earthquake.

Short - rent cabins are cheap .If you open the window you can see the snow and ice on the north slope of Matterhorn.The high mountain peak, like a sword thrust into the night sky, was awe-inspiring.If it's daytime, you can see mountains, glaciers and white snow from the observation deck, which is more than 3,000 meters high.

The owl fluttered its wings from the roof to the dark oak forest, and uttered a few shrieks, as if warning against climbing the holy mountain in the snow.

Cristine lit the fire and warm heself lonly by it.The flames revelled in their endless dancing like Shiva.

The ruby Pinot Noir wine was poured from the bottle into the Burgundy cup, like a liquid flame, rising in the glass filled with the blood red moon.

The dazzling glow of the prehistoric gold bottle, mixed with ruby flames, pulled Cristine's memory back to that moment a year earlier:

The waves drove Cristine and Anna down a steep slope, rolling down and down with the snow.A golden bottle followed.

"Are you ok?"cried Cristine.

"I'm not dead..."Anna grasped a ledge and stopped herself from tumbling further.

"I can see the golden bottle. It's only fifty yards away."Cristine was breathing hot air.

"You must be careful, there is a cliff ahead."

"Don't be afraid, just a little."
Christine rolled with the bottle, trying to keep her body from tumbling over the cliff.

"I caught it. It smelled of Pinot Noir."Cristine held on to the rope that caught the rock.

"Hey, buddy.when we get down the mountain, let's taste together this liquid that has been stored for thousands of years for God."

"The mountain has been drunk, and the cap of the golden bottle has been thrown off."
Cristine cried sadly.

A boulder rolled down over Cristine. He stepped aside to avoid the rock, but the rope was knocked down. The snow on the slope pushed Cristine to the edge of the cliff.
The golden bottle broke Cristine's hand and flew into the air.

Cristine held on to the edge of the cliff, his feet was dangling above the deathly and silent Teodoro River.

"Cristine, Cristine..."Anna let go of her grip and rolled down to Cristine's position.

"Catch me."Anna lay prone on the top of Cristine and grabbed her right hand, which was cut by a stone and bleeding.

"I smelt the wonderful fragrance of the nectar of the thousand years, but I am not blessed to taste it..."Cristine looked back at her and smiled with his failing strength .
The hand keeps falling.

Anna has two blue eyes, such as the clear waveless water of the lake, emitting sapphire light.The moment when their eyes meet becomes as long as thousands of years.

Thousands lens of life and death tansformation in Cristine's mind flashed: in the 19th century, the great maritime era, the middle ages, the Roman times, the Celtic tribes, the prehistoric period of Atlantis, each period, each life, there is a similar story repeats itself over and over again, similar to the snow mountains, cliffs, similar to that cliffs similar to those eyes.

With a deafening roar, Christine was unconscious and dazed...

The crackling of the wood roused Cristine from her memory.He would never understand why Anna died, but not himself.He had the impression that a wave of snow had knocked him down before the snow had pulled him up to the rock.

Jason texted that the Pompeii report would be so popular that the government decided to invest more money in further archaeological research that it can support the idea proposed by Cristine and Anne,and ready to send powerful teams of climbers together to search for the Matterhorn prehistoric golden vase.

On the other hand, the television station have issued multiple notices warning any organization or individual not to climb mountains without permission in the near future to avoid earthquakes and avalanches.

The wintry wind whistled outside, and the occasional snapping of twigs by the wind was like a night-devil prowling through the deep woods, threatening every passer-by.

Cristine gave up the idea of going up the mountain alone again and threw herself down on the bed, looking quietly at the empty cabin.

"Mistletoe?"Cristine almost cried out in surprise when she saw the branches stuck in the cracks between the logs.A few mistletoe branches taken from the Tree and stuck in the wall just after Christmas ,it may be just some kid's random prank, not to be surprised.

Cristine, an archaeologist, recalls how ancient tribes used mistletoe to make drinks to communicate between man and nature.Virgil also records Aeneas' use of the golden branch to go to hell under the guidance of the witch Sybil.Perhaps the ancients had already mastered the secret to immortality.

The Indians use special plants to brew Sumo to offer sacrifices to the gods in order to reach the realm of brahmatmaitym.

Some native American tribes still have a secret recipe called dead vine water, which, through special rituals, can actually break through the barriers of consciousness, connecting with everything and transcending time and space.

It's not diffcult to spectulate that as far back as the seven Kingdoms, people knew how to make a drink that could extend their lives indefinitely by distilling and fermenting grain and fruit juices.

If an artificial drink is preserved for ten thousand years without losing its fragrance, then it can be asserted that the active ingredient of the drink is preserved ,it may possess magical powers beyond death.

Cristine felt an indescribable ecstasy, as Einstein had discovered the theory of relativity. What could be more delightful than breaking the bonds of time and space?

"I survived the avalanche though I fell ten thousand feet off the cliff ,because I smelled the liquid residue in the bottle."Cristine excitedly called Jason on the phone.

"The people of Pompeii had a technique where they collected grapes, fermented juices, and placed meteorites in pottery jars that contained this special liquid to obtain immortal energy.Some scholars believe that the eruption of Vesuvius was not the real cause of the destruction of Pompeii, and that it is very likely that all Pompeians, after a group feast, would use the energy of meteorites to go to the undead subworld."
Jason called back.

"I don't have to look for the lost bottle anymore. I already know the secret of life and death."Cristine sprang out of bed and straight toward the fire.

The fire was still blazing, and without hesitation Cristine put his hand into the throbbing flame, he not feeling any heat or pain, but as if he were in a cool light and shadow, and the other hand was stretched out towards him...

"Anna, are you still alive?"Cristine looked in wonder at Anna coming out of the flames.

"For us, there is no difference between life and death."Anna smiled and hugged Cristine tightly.

The flames danced wildly in the furnace, and one soul burned another, left ashes of memory.