On November 24th, after spending the day worryingly, I lay down on my bed, tried my best to calm myself, and then activated the "Illusory Realm Stepping Spirit Ascension" and entered the dream land that belonged to the earth. Perhaps I could find some way out of the Tyndalus Hound in this land of wonders—and with this somewhat self-soothing thought, my form appeared in the suburban gardens of the Serranian.

Knowledge is power, and this has been my education since childhood, so I spent the whole day in the library tower, trying to find valuable information from the Seven Chapters of the Secret Book of Xuanjun and other obscure ancient books. Later in the evening, in that specially treated chamber, Kuranis met me again.

"I'm hesitant to make this dangerous suggestion, but you'll never find a way to deal with the Tindarus Hounds in the Serranians. The apology on his face was evident as he said this, "And, as the creator and lord of this place, I can't let you introduce them into this city that floats in the clouds." ”

I understand that. In any case, as a friend who had known me for a long time, who had not only generously opened the tower to me, but also bothered to consult those esoteric ancient books for me, I was not in a position to ask him and the inhabitants of Serranian to fight the Tyndalus Hound with their lives. Kuranis then mentions the cold plains of Incanok - I didn't tell him about the weird things I overheard in Dilas Lynn's tavern, which was unexpected.

"To the north, very far away, there's a continent called Incanok. It was a cold, dim land, and no one wanted to go there. The legendary disgusting cold plains are located there. There are a few stone villages, and there is a very old monastery or temple with a priest with a yellow silk mask covering his face. ”

"Honestly, it is a ominous place, and the inhuman inhabitants of the villages and the indescribable high priest are not easy to deal with, and I myself am not very good with them to give reliable experience and advice, but if anyone knows of such mysterious and dangerous beings as the Tyndalus Hounds, and is capable of solving the problems they cause, it must be the unspeakable beings—or their servants. ”

"Mortals cannot directly confront 'them', but must resort to some greater power...... Not the dream gods. Yes, Selephais worships Nas-Horthas primarily and the name of each of the dream gods is mentioned in the daytime prayers, but they are in fact nothing more than an earthly group of gods whose powers and authority are confined to the land of our dreams. ”

"However, the dream gods are protected by another group of gods from beyond the universe who have burned their power into the primordial granite of the earth. It is not wise for ordinary people to get involved in their affairs or their worshippers, and it is better not to even discuss them, but for you, Cloud, this may be the only way—a road like a tightrope between cliffs. ”

Kuranis said that he had been to the ultimate void beyond the stars, and the best advice he could give me was not to approach the central abyss, where the blind and foolish Azathoth gnawed hungrily in the darkness below. He told me that in the tavern of Selephas, one could find a group of strange people with narrow eyes, leafy ears, thin noses, and pointed chins, who were the inhabitants of Inenock and the clues to the monastery, or at least the neighborhood.

Finally, I was invited to join him on a boat tomorrow and return to Selephas, which was based on solid ground. It was then that I learned that the rumored captain of the ship, Artebu, was in Serranian at the moment, and that he was indeed a legend who sailed through the land where the sea and the sky met.

November 25th was the beginning of another week, and the end of the semester was a little heavier than usual, but it still didn't affect my plans to enter the dream world. The harbor of the Cloud City of Serranian is made of pink marble, and the bay floats not in the calm of the waves, but in the soft gradient of rose-colored clouds. Captain Artib sat on a spice box and waited for us, and then the three of them rowed the boat—it was a marvelous experience to watch the undulating clouds below, carrying the boat like real water—and transferred to a galley moored in the harbor.

Atib then gave the oarsmen the order to anchor and sail for the Serenalia Sea, where the waves reached into the sky and where the route between Selefeth and Serranian passed. I spent two hours on deck, gazing at the ever-changing clouds in the distance, remembering that I was riding on nothing more than a wooden sailboat, and I wondered how Artibus worked together, only to laugh.

"Maybe there really is some magic principle, or something, but all of them were shaped in dreams by Kulanis, our king and god. He said and glanced into the cabin, where Culanis's room was in control, "and he controls all the magnificence and wonder of the imagination, the splendor and the beauty, the ecstasy and the pleasure, the novelty and the thrill." ”

After another two hours, Kuranis came out of the room and motioned for me to join him to the guardrail on the side of the ship. At this time, the sailboat began to descend, and beneath the graceful keel was the land that spread out far and wide, and the blue and blue ocean undulating. Under the sunshine that seems to never dim and never fade, those strange countries, the rivers that shuttle between them, and the beautiful cities located on the banks of the rivers are all in my eyes with yin and yang.

What strikes me even more amazing are the things that are difficult to describe from a conventional perspective—those deeper spatial structures. Thanks to that unexpected extradimensional perspective, I can "see" how this counterintuitive line connecting the sea and the sky is stable, and the gap between reality and illusion, time and space, seems to be an illusion. Then the sailboat broke through the boundary and landed lightly on the sea below, and the way of sailing returned to that of ordinary ships.

Three days later, we arrived at the port of Selephas. I parted ways with Arteb and Kulanis, and then tried to find the old cat chieftain who had returned to Celephas. The latter, who was still so enthusiastic and talkative, expressed sympathy when he learned of my plight, and whispered to me some secrets that only cats living on the slopes of the hill facing the sea of Os-Nargay would know—secrets that the ordinary inhabitants of Seleface would not know at all.