In the dream, a glowing sea of green.

The people on the shore stood on the shore and looked at the place where the sea met the sky, and were silent for a long time.

The wind blew endlessly around her, but beside her there seemed to be a diaphragm protecting her from the storm that harvested countless lives.

The disturbed sea was glowing with strange points of light.

It was obviously a dark night, the deepest part of a night, but the green light surging in the sea illuminated this corner.

The waves came and went, keeping the same speed as her breath and breath, as if they were born one.

In the distance, in the darkness came the sound of waves rhythmically lapping against cliffs, and there was some kind of mysterious melody between the blows.

Even when I knew I was asleep, I still felt tired.

This almost condensed tiredness seems to have come from something invisible and insubstantial that has flown out of the sea and become entangled.

She was sure that a KP had a similar scene in her mind during a description of an inspiration scene in the decryption group she had run in the past.

The shouts are not heard, everything is not answered, and the deepest loneliness cannot be escaped even when leaving the computer and running into the crowd on the street.

It followed like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and when it appeared, it was as if the whole world had become a terminally ill corrupt organization long before it came, just waiting to pull her into the abyss with her.

Right now, she couldn't control her body...... It should be said that it is the body she possesses.

If the original owner were alive, watching himself act in the third person would probably be similar to the feeling of watching this body step into the sea like a walking corpse now.

The sea water flooded her knee bones.

Even if one step further is the abyss.

The bodies of several people were like marionettes, silent, and stiff as they continued to walk forward.

Until the sea flooded over her head.

In this sea of green, she opened her eyes and looked at the sky with unfocused eyes.

It's green...... It's not just that layer on the surface of the seawater.

Even beneath that green film, the sea water is a green that the eyes can't see.

Li Zhi, who couldn't control this body, didn't lose a single inch of feeling the feelings of the outside world coming from this body and from all corners.

It was as if something was penetrating through the skin and into his body.

That kind of intangible thing, but strangely conveys a substantial sense of touch—cold, soft, as if it were a ribbon drifting with the waves in the waves.

But everywhere it touched, there was a corrosive touch.

- She kept looking at the sea.

High in the dark sky, the dust clouds seemed to be dispersing.

And her feet were no longer solid, as if she had accidentally slipped off the continental shelf and stepped on the trench.

This feeling of weightlessness is called sinking.

The eyes that had never been closed finally witnessed the scene after the dust clouds dispersed.

It was a starry sky that shouldn't be, a real gathering of stars.

Unlike the pre-war starry sky she had seen, it was moving at a speed that was perceptible to the naked eye.

Several flying stars pierced the sky, like arrows fired by Sagittarius from another distant part of the Milky Way.

The Milky Way is fiddling with its calculations.

Li Zhi suddenly thought of a description.

In the same way, she thought of a phrase that means a lot in the Cthulhu mythos.

"The stars must be in the right place!"

It was the moment these words flashed through her mind, and the invisible thing that seeped into her body seemed to knock open a door that had blocked them for a long time.

It was an indescribable coldness, it couldn't be described as falling into an ice cave, it was deeper than that.

It was as if the light that the woman's shell had been watching had finally slipped through the darkness.

She was left alone to be confined by the darkness around her, by the ancient glaciers, by all the unknowable, unspeakable, and unspeakable.

Beneath the depths, she was independent of the undercurrent of activity, but an indescribable voice whispered in her head.

The whisper of the unknown being was in a language she had never heard before, but she could understand.

It seems to be vicissitudes and seems young, and the meaning contained in the passionate "tirade" is a contradiction that is difficult to understand, but has to be thought about, cannot be accepted, but must be accepted.

Everything is true, everything is false.

It was as if at that moment, she borrowed the eyes of that being to take a look at the essence of the world.

Even if it was less than half a second, the sheer amount of information contained in it almost crushed her—if she could feel the pressure of the deep sea.

It was at this time that the feeling of suffocation was transmitted, and Li Zhi was finally able to control this body.

However, in the deep sea, there is no point of force for her.

She continued to sink like this, maintaining the feeling of suffocating for a few seconds before death, not being crushed by the pressure of the deep sea, and no longer supported her body by the sea, descending at a speed like falling from a height.

Not knowing the passage of time, the voice in my head gradually became clearer, until it was impossible to avoid it, and I could no longer cover it with other thoughts.

Whale songs were heard in the distance.

There is no visible color in the vision of the eyes, except for a few spots in the starry sky.

This kind of singing, which ordinary people can't hear, has exactly reached Li Zhi's ears at this moment.

They repeated a ten-minute song, each syllable dragged on for a long time, but the high and low tones that were enough to distinguish confirmed their identity as "songs".

Finally—

The eyes that had been looking up at the starry sky had a tangible shadow floating in their field of vision.

The singing came from there, but more than that.

Following the slow passage of the first whale, the shadows that swam by one after another all indicate that it is time for the whales to cross.

The chorus of whales is still ringing in my ears.

Li Zhi came back to her senses, feeling that in her mind, the broken words that tried to corrode her thoughts were suppressed in this whale song, and almost disappeared.

She turned her head again, staring into the abyss—inside the deepest trench.

The line of sight seems to break through the boundaries of color and space.

Opposite her eyes were a pair of incomparably large pupils.

It was the eyes of a sea giant, and in the blink of an eye, a wave flew out.

It stared at Li Zhi with a relentless gaze, spreading out a webbed paw, apparently waiting for the falling human to fall into it.

Li Zhi knew its name......

The dream is not over.

Accompanied by a high note of the whale song, a rising current surged from behind Li Zhi, carrying her to the surface of the sea.

Beneath her was a whale.

It's going upstream, as if it's going to the surface of the sea to breathe.

Long...... A pod of whales jumped on the surface of the sea.

Under the starry sky, Li Zhi finally saw their appearance clearly.

In this green ocean, they are no longer known as whales as a "pre-war human".

In the starlight, she could only see that these deformed bodies were trying their best to live.

It was also after the whales re-dived into the sea that Li Zhi woke up from his dream.

Then she saw the god of dice dressed in starlight, holding a dice facing her with the number "4" and pressing it on her forehead.