"Don't underestimate this gadget, Mr. Steven, I almost died in Valkyria to get it!" Perry played with the metal plate in his hand, his eyes glowing with greed.

"Whatever your odd idea, you can't open that treasure without it, and it's going to be inseparable from old Perry, if you know what I mean." He solemnly put away the metal block in his hand, and when his eyes returned to Steven's face, Perry had a smug look on his face, as if he had exposed and stopped some kind of trick on the other side.

"That's not right......" Steven muttered to himself in a low voice after the golden light was over.

"What's wrong? You mean after old Perry saw through your clumsy and selfish tricks? You'd better save it. Perry let out a sigh of relief, her fat lips twitching.

"Let's talk about the details." He said, but then he frowned at Steven's strange expression and stopped talking.

"That's not right...... Steve's voice was raised, and his face was already terrified!

He remembered the light plate in the middle-aged Perry's hand, the resolute and youthful face of the other Perry as he walked towards the diamond-shaped device with it, and he remembered the voices in his ears, Mother's, Sister's, Brothers', Jonny's......

None of this is at all right! It's a dream! None of this is real!

Steven couldn't help but look around blankly at this time, he saw that Fat Perry was frowning and looking at him strangely, and the expression on his face was very impatient.

Steven stretched out his hand and suddenly slapped himself on the cheek, and he was hit on the head to one side, grinning in pain, and his cheeks immediately swelled like a burn.

"Hell, it's true!" Steven exclaimed, his mind stirring, trying to remember everything, and although he didn't understand what had happened, it was clear that he was in an unimaginably strange situation.

Abandoned bases, buried crypts, the remains of the Ascension, and the golden eyes that seem to see through everything!

The middle-aged Perry raised a hand and waved it in Steven's confused eyes.

"Hey, are you alright? What the hell are you nervous about? His face was skeptical, and his tone began to become unkind.

"No, you're not real, you're not Perry." Steven slammed his opponent's arm away, feeling dizzy in his head. He tried to escape back to his cabin, but only one step left him feeling like the world was spinning.

Steven staggered his way around the frowning middle-aged Perry and headed straight for the metal pavement outside the grain factory, looking through the force field dome at the bloated planet Calypso with a five-colored ring, she was like a mist and drifting like smoke in her misty eyes.

Suddenly, the world in front of Steven's eyes began to crumble, and the background of the stars, the illusion of light, everything, shattered into billions of golden meteors, which quickly drifted in all directions, and disappeared into invisibility in an instant.

In the ink, Steven only felt that he was alone in the vast desert universe around him, his eyes could not see, and there was a dead silence in his ears, only the throbbing heartbeat in his chest still witnessed some kind of existence.

He was completely stunned by this strange situation, and his mind went blank.

"Mom! Mommy ......"

"Sister......

He wept like a baby, tears streaming down his face, heart-rending cries echoing in the dark vacuum.

"What the hell is this......" He sobbed aggrievedly, but suddenly felt a strong sleepiness hit him. After countless sleepless nights, when the negative emotions of sleepiness and malaise were about to break the last straw in his spirit.

But suddenly he began to fall asleep all over his body!

Sleepless or sleepless, Steven would not hesitate to choose the latter.

He burst out laughing at his own cries, and the laughter was wildly stirring, but gradually turned to the murmur of sleep.

Steven collapsed to the ground, gradually losing consciousness, his whole body curled up and trembling, as if lying in a shadowless placenta.

Suddenly, he finally stopped shaking, and his thin body melted into the thick ink of the 'eternal night'.

......

......

In a dead cabin, a pair of blood-red eyes were twisting.

The lights in the cabin were turned off at all times, and the soft incandescent light was harmless from heat, but the owner of this room never liked it, he loved the dark more than the light.

There was not a hint of the roar of the engine, nor the grinding moans of the food processor in the function room, he just sat alone on the edge of the small bed. The cabin was silent, and the excellent soundproof walls kept the living room undisturbed by the speedy leaps and regular voyages of the Voyage, and he had virtually isolated himself from the outside world.

He loved solitude, and for as long as he could remember, he had followed this simple, relaxing iron rule, and he would never appear in front of anyone if he had to go to madness during these days that had brought him almost into madness.

Disappearing into the air, wandering in the shadows, once upon a time, he used to play his own game of light and shadow.

Silently, he examined Lilac's private secret room full of flowers and plants, looked through its diary, and deliberately deflected its cherished travel manual at a mischievous angle, quietly waiting for the fairy man to return, and then happily watched the orderly and paranoid fairy man nervous, and finally hysterical.

He hid and stayed in the cockpit for a long time, without being noticed, learning the gestures of the wrench to talk to Lilac, understanding the various meanings it represented, and he had watched with great interest as the multi-armed man skillfully operated the sailing setup, and watched with admiration as the other person turned the boring flying of a spaceship into a wonderful musical.

He had followed Eddie close behind, watching him solve and deal with all sorts of minor glitches in the ship in a low-key and skillful manner, watching him seriously and seriously check the operation of the machine in the engine room, carefully observing the sunny expressions of the little Kand and the passage letters he wrote to his two sisters in beautiful words.

He did not show a trace, in the viewing cabin accompanied by the stars, listening to the sound of chewing in his mouth, watching the warm look in his little eyes, and guessing the meaning of the dreams he made when he took a nap after eating.

He cautiously circled around the suspicious Arthur, smiling in his gym as he sweated; He used to knock over a dumbbell or tap lightly on a heavy block of lead, and then happily hide in a corner to watch the play, watching the nasty Barrecas wander around the room, suspicious and restless.

He is accustomed to hiding in the shadows and paying attention to everything, observing, learning, identifying, mocking, and teasing.

That good old time is now gone, and after returning from that troubled journey, the nightmarish experience is not over, the shrill laughter echoes in his head, the whispered words whisper in his ears, and every moment he is haunted by this shadow of the past, and he gradually loses his self-control, and can no longer hide himself.

No matter when and where, whether invisible or visible, the voice was like a possessed evil spirit, always surrounding him, haunting him, tormenting him. He was like a rapidly melting block of ice, exposed to the sun, and he couldn't find the familiar shadow, and he couldn't see the future in the fog.