Do I have amnesia?

It happened too suddenly, but I realized later that I had hallucinated a few hours earlier, a brief and hazy hallucination that had never disturbed my mind, and it was certainly a precursor to my amnesia.

And I have a terrible headache, and I always have some weird thoughts in my head, like something? Find ways to occupy my mind.

In the afternoon, I was still researching the electromagnetic force in the hope of finding a breakthrough, but I saw some strange shadows dangling in front of my eyes, as if they were not in my office, but in a strange room.

My thinking had deviated, what I was going to study, the assistant next to me felt that something was wrong with me, and before I could react, I fell heavily in my chair, unconscious.

No matter how much the assistant called, it didn't wake me up.

I had lost control of my body, and when I woke up I was in a huge vaulted room with a huge stone pillar standing up, so high that the top of it disappeared into the darkness overhead.

I didn't study the architectural aspect, but I could recognize that it was the Roman way, very common, and of course, with huge round windows and high arches. What I didn't expect was that the pedestal was as tall as a normal room, and there were huge black wood bookshelves lined up against the walls.

The books placed on it are very large, and the book covers are printed with unfamiliar hieroglyphs.

There are also strange carvings on the pillars, all of which are mathematical patterns made of curves, and carved with the same inscriptions as those on the bulky books.

The dark granite building has a special flavor in that there are no chairs in the room, but the pedestals of the holding are scattered with books, newspapers, and what appears to be stationery, and several oddly shaped purple metal cans and sticks with some paint sticks sticked.

I looked down at the pedestals with huge crystal balls that could be illuminated, just like the lamps that illuminated them, and some machines with glass and metal tubes that were hard to describe on the outside, and the windows were latticeed with stout window lattices

Windows.

Although I didn't dare to look out of the window, I could still see unknown plants fluttering in the wind from the window.

The floor was a huge octagonal stone paved room, with neither carpet nor curtains.

I skimmed over the boulder-paved corridors, where I walked up and down the huge ramps, but there were no stairs or passages less than 30 meters wide.

The buildings towered over several kilometers of darkness and underneath them were several layers of dark cellars, as well as never-opened trapbed skylights, sealed with metal strips, like Pandora's box.

I suddenly remembered the huge round windows and roof terrace from before, and looked out at the distant past.

The oddly shaped gardens, the endless wasteland, the fan-shaped female walls connected to the top of the ramp, and countless sprawling buildings, each with its own garden, stand on both sides of the road spanning a few hundred meters.

Although the buildings have different appearances, they are all the same in size and at the same height, and many of them look endless, giving the impression that they are not buildings, but mountains.

They are mostly made of stone or concrete, and most of them have curves that are very noticeable from the building in which I had been imprisoned.

In some places there are also black round towers, the style of the tower is unique, everywhere there are signs of vicissitudes and decay, these buildings are completely different from the previous buildings, it is made of basalt and presents a conical shape from top to bottom, all the towers have only gates, no windows, and no other openings.

Some of the low-rise structures, no different from the black cylindrical towers, have been decaying with age.

What struck me as strange was the emanation of the buildings around them, like the letterpress skylights of the bees I had seen before.

Gardens are eerie and scary, and the wide roads are lined with strange stone sculptures, and near the stone sculptures are strange flowers that cover the sky and the sun, and these strange flowers and plants look like ferns, some of which are still green, some are white.

These objects appear to be cultivated in different patterns, large or small, as if to tell some little-known but very mature horticultural tradition, and the whole garden seems to be deliberately maintained by the unevenness of nature, and these plants are deliberately chosen by the owner.

The sky was almost always damp and wet, and sometimes I could see a few heavy rains with my own eyes, and occasionally I could see the sun, but this sun looked surprisingly large, and the moon was the same, but the lines on the moon were a little different from what I usually saw.

On rare occasions, the night sky is very clear. There were many nebulae lined up in the sky that I didn't recognize, and there were traces of movement in the sky from time to time, of course, I couldn't see it clearly at first.

I don't know where I've been...... I don't know what I'm going to do? I just felt like it was a dream of mine and wished I could wake up.

But at this moment, I saw a cloud of mist, which became clearer and clearer, and finally I saw the strange outline in the mist.

The guys looked like a gigantic cone about ten feet tall and ten feet wide at the bottom, and the cone seemed to be their clothes, and while they didn't have any ill intentions, it still scared me.

It always feels a little uncomfortable to see these guys doing things that only humans can do.

It's comical to take books from the shelves and place them on the huge table, and then pick them up from the table and put them back on the shelves.

They even used the green tentacles on their heads to pick up a special pole and write something intently, and I later realized that the cone-shaped object they were wearing was not clothing, but a huge backpack.

From time to time, these guys would pull something out of a cone that I had never seen before, and it seemed to be very sophisticated, like a deliberate instrument developed to assist them.

I dare say they are far more intelligent than humans, and I can see them squirming in groups in all the wide rooms and corridors, operating huge machines in vaulted cellars......