Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1538: The other side of the horizon

Sitianyuan Jiacoco was eaten, and I am almost unsure whether the scene I saw was a dream. ≤≤小≤Said, I heard the voice of Sitianin Kayako, but it was more like an auditory hallucination, but there was no reason for me to believe that things would not end in such a simple way. What's more, even if Saya and Black Flower Sea showed amazing resonance under Father Edward’s plan, they still couldn’t convince me that just being "eaten" by Sitianyuan Gaya coconut meant the end of the battle. .

The despair, madness, fear and fragility shown by Sitianyuan Kayako during the dreamlike process, the helpless sadness, are so realistic, but, "It's all lie to you." Such a sentence seems to have auditory hallucinations, but it makes me more subconsciously inclined. These expressions may be true, but they are not the whole truth. Is there any situation when Sitianyuan Kayako fell into the wind? No, if it is connected to the 51st District, maybe the current situation has never been in their assumptions. If there was a deduction of this situation in advance, It is bound to be arranged in a targeted manner.

Fr Edward is very strong. Everyone knows this. Because of this, he will not think that his side can easily gain the upper hand and win. Does anyone know that the black mandala will flourish? But even if no one knows that this sea of ​​flowers will flourish, they will definitely be prepared for some possibilities for the close relationship between Heishui, Saya, and Father Edward. I don’t know how to deal with the 51st District, but if you have never thought about the possibility that the connection between Heishui, Saya and Father Edward will resonate, it must be a strategic level. On the wrong side.

I can’t find anyone else.

The sleeping alienated Youjiang River in the sky, the gliding me in the sky, the Saya standing on the ground and the black sea of ​​flowers, we seem to be all on this peninsula. Heihe has completely dried up, and the black water on the peninsula is not left, all absorbed by the mandala circle formed by Saya's body and the mandala circle composed of flying petals. At this moment, the two mandala arrays are overlapping in resonance, the big ring is surrounded by the small ring, and the runes are followed by the runes. The pattern and the pattern are connected together, and the array arranged in a material state evaporates itself in the compact and fine vibration. It's like turning into colored energy, a phenomenon that can't be touched but can be seen visually.

In the observation of chain determination, the whole exercise process was too intense from the beginning, and the intensity is still rising, eventually exceeding the observation load that my body can bear. The scene in my mind suddenly ended in the dark. Just as the TV was cut off, the last moment of light shrank on a horizontal line. I could still hear the noise, and the noise seemed to resound in my heart, making people boring and unable to scratch, but at this moment, the noise also disappeared.

The sound of the whole world seems to have disappeared. In a silent world, black and white repel all other colors. Although they did not let the other colors disappear, they occupy the most eye-catching position. It is difficult to pay attention to colors other than black and white, as well as things outlined by other colors. And my body feels a special kind of pressure, which makes people suffocate, makes people want to vomit, makes people dizzy, cold hands and feet, and loses strength. It seems that it is difficult to maintain my own balance.

Everything in front of me began to skew. I didn’t know that the body gliding in the air skewed. Or what is included in the field of vision is really skewed.

The skewed mandala and the skewed Saya began to rotate, and I can't tell whether it is spinning up or down, or spinning left and right, but. In terms of distance alone, I don't think I am spinning around it. Saya's human figure became distorted in the rotation, becoming fragmented like abstraction, and only a strong suggestive meaning was left, pouring out from its deformed outline, and I could perceive it. But it is impossible to describe it in detail, just as ordinary people cannot describe the ideas to be expressed in an abstract painting at the first glance.

The two began to overlap, and it was not clear whether Saya became part of the mandala or the mandala became part of the Saya. Fragmented images and phenomena blend with each other and become a more complex, seemingly more disorderly whole. Even if you lose your sense of direction, you can still subjectively feel that the whole is in an "rising state." But where does this "rising" really go? Is the sky? Is it outside the sky? Or is it a concept of "above" that is out of the concept of "sky"?

It was promoted. This is the thought that finally turned into my mind after all the indescribable feelings were combined.

It is not accurate enough to describe the concept of "qualitative change" or "quantitative change". Only the concept of "promotion" may be allowed to describe this direct and complex feeling.

I seem to be dreaming, as if in a dream-like world where time and space do not exist, observing a man-made object becoming something that cannot be created by another.

It is still called Saya, but it is no longer the original existence.

The sunlight that had been obscured by the Alienated Youjiang River and Moon Eye once again spread throughout the space. I felt that I was still in the peninsula, but was robbed of all my attention by the strange and amazing changes in front of me. Although I still had knowledge of the peninsula, it was difficult to look at the peninsula itself. I know that there is a huge force that is forcing myself, but I can't get rid of this force. This force is like growing from the bottom of my heart. It is a part of myself, and it is the part that is not affected by my subjective consciousness.

So, although I think that the scattered light is sunlight, I can't directly confirm whether this is "sunlight falling on the peninsula."

Everything originates from intuition, and everything ends in intuition, and has nothing to do with my own logical thinking and judgment. If the cognition is wrong, it must be intuition as wrong. All logical thoughts derived from subjective consciousness at this moment seem to exist but cannot be touched or interfered, just separated by a transparent glass wall. The ghost watching quietly.

Therefore, under the broken and distorted abstract shape formed by the combination of Saya and Mandala, a long shadow is extended because of the existence of light. On the contrary, the shadow is not so complicated because of the lack of details. Compared with the main body, it is more similar to the "human shape" in normal cognition. It is a thin and long human shape. With the change of light intensity, this shadow is also It appears to be inconsistent with lightness and thickness, and erratic, just like a ghost that will leave the body at any time.

A series of familiar but not often mentioned terms suddenly popped into my mind: elongated ghost and ghost nightmare. Can't help but think of when I first entered this repeater world. Along with the mystification of the world, various strange phenomena appear one by one. And in that day that was centered on the growing electronic demons and nightmares, all kinds of weird, seemingly conspiring, but unclear situations that sprouted. Those in the past were not very clear. Even now, it seems that I can’t find an accurate answer and clear clues. Spider filaments begin to emerge, entwining the situation before me, as if the past and the present are closely connected as always, but when you actually look for it . But I also noticed that an invisible hand buried the backbone of this connection deeply in the darkness.

It can only be determined that it is the past situation that led to the current situation, and it is impossible to figure out the details of each of the steps, and to determine the relevance, but it is difficult to follow the vine and find out the detailed causal relationship.

My mind is leaping and unconstrained. But there is an invisible frame that limits the direction and distance of the leaping. In this frame, thinking can spread infinitely, but it is impossible to break away from the frame to explore the parts outside the frame that you don’t know. However, I can feel that the mysterious power is coming from the unexplorable part outside the frame, in the depth that I don't know at all, it is impossible to judge how far-reaching it is. Tentacles stretched out, teasing my thoughts, eroding this invisible frame.

These tentacles are invisible, however. When it enters my mind, there are all kinds of images that can be imagined: there are golden apple trees, there are also huge flying insects, there are constantly squirming bodies, there are eyes hidden under the abyss, and there are distant half-hidden images. The other shore in the mist. Sometimes it is not presented in an imagined image. Instead, it suddenly turned into a singing voice that echoed in my heart. In my case, this singing voice is a female voice, but I don't think this kind of thing can be described by "gender".

I feel like I have gone crazy, although my thinking is still continuing, my imagination is still growing, and there is a self-confessed calm thought of "have I become a madman?", but none of this can be stopped The perception that "I am a crazy mental patient". This kind of cognition is perceptual, there is no reason at all, and I know that "there is no reason for myself."

I suddenly felt a great fear. However, perhaps because I am too familiar with this huge and sudden fear, I did not resist this fear. On the contrary, in the frenetic sensibility of "feeling crazy", I felt the opposite faint peace and tranquility. calm.

I was able to continue observing the changes in front of me, I don't know whether this happened on the peninsula or in another dream world.

The shadow extends under Saya, and the extended shadow gains life in the strength of the light, as if it has become a ghost like a human shadow. But the ghost did not leave Saya, but separated from the shoulder part another more normal human-shaped shadow, not tall, not short, not fat and not searchable, just the size of a normal person, but more than a normal figure. There is also a detailed level of detail, about the lightness of the shadow outlines the outline of the details, giving people an intuitive sense of harmony like ink painting.

This figure, with a normal physique but with too detailed details, had the name Father Edward in my mind when I first saw it.

No proof is needed. Intuition it is Father Edward, or in other words, it is one of the disguised forms of Father Edward. At this moment, Father Edward was born in the form of a shadow from Saya's shadow, emerged, detached, and stood upright in the space in the form of a flat shadow. It glanced at me, obviously there are no actual eyeballs, only eye-like outlines, but people can feel the glamour in it. It is a calm and natural look.

So, if I exist here and it doesn't make any sense to it, why does it look to me? Does it want to confirm a certain situation from my existence? Has it found the answer? Or "doing this action" is meaningful in itself, but "the result after the action is completed" is meaningless?

I can’t understand or judge.

Fr Edward in the shadow state only took one look at me, and his gaze fell on the abstract Saya. After that, it turned into a black line and sank into this abstract Saya image, becoming a part of the abstract form. I can't find out which one it is from the maze of lines. However, just after it was immersed in it, another light rushed in. There is a clear difference between this light and the light splashing on Saya, not just the difference in strength. Although it is impossible to describe in detail, it can be described as "everywhere is out of place." Therefore, light and light did not merge together, but became very conspicuous under the background of each other~IndoMTL.com~ Then, I intuitively knew what this sudden light is the son of destiny Novsky. Moreover, I suddenly understood that this son of destiny came to this peninsula just for this moment. Any behavior before this moment can be said to be important, but it can also be regarded as "insignificant".

Because Father Edward entered Saya, Novsky also entered Saya. This is simple, but premeditated. The judgments of District 51 and the 51st District have not made mistakes so far, and they are indeed prepared for the current situation.

So, in contrast to Father Edward's "Shadow Line", Novsky, in the form of the "Line of Light", is also integrated into the abstract image of Saya, becoming a part of the dazzling and complex line structure. Similarly, when Novsky was immersed in it, I couldn't keep changing, and I could recognize it in the fragmented abstract picture with rhythm.

I just know that Father Edward’s victory has not really come. His opponent this time will be Novsky, but it may not only be Novsky, because the echo of Sitianyuan Jiacoco is still there. Remains in my mind. (To be continued.)

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