I knew there was an eye on me. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThis eye comes from "river", from "virus", from those beings who seem to have nothing to do with the two. They seem to be different, but the eyes are the same. Of course, it is impossible to prove whether the "eye" I know is the real eye or not: but the function of this "eye" at least includes the function of the "eye" as I know it. Every day, every night, whenever and wherever I am in the deepest nightmare, this "eye" appears, at first it is just like a dream thing, something that is not real, and when I wake up I don't remember it clearly, and gradually, it becomes an intermittent hallucination, and sometimes even when the brain is awake, there is the illusion that "it is there".

I often have to ignore its existence in order to face life that is already full of weirdness, confusion, horror, pain and pathos with a calm and calm attitude. I never felt like I could really forget it, I just forced myself not to care about it, but in recent days, I've felt more and more of its presence.

As I think, it will appear.

It appears when I'm writing in my diary.

It comes up when I don't think about anything.

When it appeared, no one could see it, and probably no one could be sure that it existed or not - even myself, I still think that the idea of "it really exists" is a bit ridiculous, no, not ridiculous, but when I think about it, I feel a little frightened, and I have to use "ridiculous" to cover up this visceral fear.

It does not exist in the form of a physical phenomenon that can be observed by man, nor is it depicted by some concrete imagination born from consciousness, it is more like a conclusion born in a self-philosophy, it is difficult to describe concretely, but I know that when I feel that it exists, then, if I cannot get rid of it, then it becomes more and more real.

It was always chasing me, staring at me, as if it was trying to get something from me - I could feel that it was not "taking", but "taking". The difference between the two words is so subtle, but when I look for the feeling in it, the difference is so obvious.

When it looks at me, I have a thought: Ah, even if I am not in front of the world, the world has always known mine, this eye is not the world, but the world has been closely connected with it because of some profound factors.

I felt like an actor on a stage, and there were so many people on the stage, but there were only shadows, only a faint silhouette that could not distinguish their personalities, and I could not distinguish the minds of these audiences, and all the factors that allowed me to speculate about these audiences could not be observed by me.

Sometimes I think, this is so unfair, that only they can see me by connecting with that eye, and I can't see them in the same way. But at this time, even if they see me, they can't really understand what they see comes from me or what comes to me. These spectators are actually a group of blind people.

I can't prove everything I said, so the diary I wrote was probably the whisper of a mentally ill person in the eyes of others, but even if I admitted that I had a mental problem, I didn't want people to look at me differently, so I told it as a long "adventure diary".

I often write in my diary, and I often look through my own diary, every day, every night, every moment......

My name is Takakawa and I'm on my way somewhere. I didn't know where I was going, I just followed the guidance of my senses, and everything was vague except that I knew I was going to somewhere, and that place was where I had to go. The goal was so vague that I couldn't tell where the feeling that guided me came from, I felt that it was "Jiang" in my body, showing me the way with a voice that I couldn't hear but could feel, and I felt it, and it stared at me with that "eye" again. So intense, calm, deep, yet scorching at the same time. It's been morphing, and whenever I have a problem, it's always morphing in a way I can't understand, and everything it does, just from what I can observe, doesn't always "save" me.

At the end of the day, I never expected anyone to lend a helping hand to me, because I already felt that my role was not to be saved by others, but to save others - this idea has been around for a long time, and from self-deception at the beginning, it has gradually become a matter of course. I don't think there's anything wrong with that, and I don't think anyone else is qualified to criticize me or deny me on this point, because all those who can criticize and deny me must be living in an enviable circle, free of mystery and weirdness, or at least peaceful.

You see, if I really need to criticize and deny, first of all, how unfortunate do you have to be?

Misfortune is the qualification.

The road was not peaceful, and my heart was never at peace, but if I was anxious or at a loss, it was not at all. My thoughts, my emotions, and all my irrational parts were boiling, and there was no moment of calming, however, the peace I found in this boiling was a deep calm, as if sinking from the surface of the sea, gradually sinking to the bottom of the sea for 10,000 meters, but I didn't feel the pressure, but the light was gone, the noise was gone, it seemed that everything melted, became part of the seawater, became part of the rocks at the bottom of the sea, became part of the bubbles that came out of the volcano on the seabed.

I remember what I was like in the past, before I died - I'm not saying I'm not alive now, but that death brought something so intense that everything that followed was relatively soothing. I knew that I was changing, that death was like a dividing line, that I was changing into something I never thought I would have before.

I stepped out of the thick pipes, and in front of me there were a large number of intricate pipes stretching in all directions, and where I was standing, there was nothing but pipes, no place for people to stand. The gaps between the pipes and the pipes are large and small, the big ones are hundreds of meters wide, and the small ones are enough for a person to lie flat and drill through, penetrate the gaps one by one, and finally only see a darkness, probably nothing in the dark, as if as long as you jump, not on another pipe, but through these gaps, you will fall endlessly.

The thickest pipe I've ever seen here, at least a kilometer in diameter, and I walked along the cross-section, and even the arc looked like a straight line. More than once I heard dense sounds from these pipes, like something running forward at a very high frequency. If it's in a pipe that can only pass one person, the sense of quantity brought by these sounds is like a whole long train.

I didn't open the pipe, so I didn't know what was going through my feet, my curiosity wasn't as strong as it used to be, my involuntary imagination and thinking, my messy thoughts, were about to fill my brain, and I couldn't tell the slightest bit of curiosity.

Then, as a matter of course, I knew that I was not far from that "certain destination" where I didn't know what it was, what it was. I could even say that I have stepped into the realm of this "destination". It's such a large range that I feel like it would take a long time to walk through the space in a straight line, even without any accidents—the time would be much shorter with the Speedsweep Super, but the length of time that would require a Speedsweep to sort it out was impressive.

I had a vague idea of what I was going to encounter here. And the other person is also the person I want to meet at this time. I'm not sure what I can do, because I don't think I need to do anything anymore, what I can do has already been done when I die, and the things that I haven't done have been done since I broke the two repeaters not long ago. The rest of my time is not as colorful as the other me, the other Takakawa, all I need to do is wait.

Everything will be played in the game, and all the games will reach the result of the established script, and at the same time that the result of the script is achieved, it is also the time when my plan comes to an end - the winner and the loser will be quickly divided, and from the perspective of "human" time, it is about a moment. As described in the theory of the origin of the explosion of the universe, in an infinitesimal time and space, there is no process, and suddenly there are explosive, decisive results.

Until then, I don't need to do anything, I can even say that it is right not to do anything, to take in all that comes with it in the game of other people.

In this regard, I would also like to thank other people and non-people who are gambling, including those I know, love, and even myself.

Soon, soon, with this mood, I walked up a small hill made of tangled pipes. Standing in this place, which is not considered the highest observation point, you can see higher things up, and you can look down to what is still incomplete at the end of the field of view. Pale, gray-iron, metallic and non-metallic textures, flashes of seemingly various colors, slowly spread out in the field of vision, and then, in this field of vision, something small caught my attention.

I don't know what it is, I can't see it clearly, it feels like a long line of ants, with an army in the middle, and people feel the importance of the thing in the middle that can't see what it is. In the process of marching this group of "ants", there is a familiar solemnity that makes people feel very uncomfortable, full of erosion and abnormal rituals. I knew immediately where this sense of ritual came from: the sacrificial rituals of the Doomsday Shinrikyo religion.

Although it is not immediately possible to confirm that these "ants" are from the Cult of Doomsday Shinrikyo - in my memory and deepest understanding, the wizards of the Cult of Doomsday Shinrito have always brought this sense of ritual, and many times, these wizards' every move is like telling others that it has been there for such a ritual and such a sacrifice all its life.

The Doomsday Shinrikyo is a cult, it has no humanity, and it does not follow human reason, but has its own nature, and as a human being, every action, deed, and thought has a natural and profound human nature, and all cognition can only be from the perspective of human cognition, and the perspective of watching and understanding everything is also people-oriented, and I can't imagine what things that are not human nature and human reason are like at all -- but when these things appear, it is precisely because there is an absolute point of distinction that they will leave a very deep impression.

The smell of the "ants" in front of me and the smell of Doomsday Shinrikyo are mixed up with the feeling, and I know what it means: these things that are too far away to see what they are, even if they are not Doomsday Shinrikyo, are inseparable from Doomsday Shinrikyo, and what they are doing must have been inspired by or taught by Doomsday Shinrikyo. And what they are doing is absolutely inhumane, and the result of what they do must not be of any benefit to "people", but has a considerable role in promoting the main purpose of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Religion.

They are the enemy.

However, there is nothing I need to do anymore, which means that I no longer need to see them as enemies from the point of view of rationally looking at my own plans - when all the games of people and non-people are carrying out their own plans, they are also driving my plans, and from this point of view, even these things that are closely related to Shinrikyo Doomsday are doing inhumane things, achieving some inhuman result, and promoting the main purpose of Shinrikyo of Doomsday, are fundamentally advancing my plans.

However, I am well aware that I am not a person who acts entirely rationally.

Rather, whether before or after death, I have always been a self-proclaimed rational person, but my actual sensibility is greater than that of rationality.

My sensibility could not make me ignore this ritual.

Rituals require sacrifices, and whatever the sacrifice is, the mere fact that it becomes a sacrifice is what I consider to be an injustice.

I can't judge how much of what I've done is also unjust. I am also well aware that my definition of justice is so subjective. However, I was pretty sure that I wanted to save the sacrifice in front of me, who I didn't know who, just as I had done in the past.

Speed, kill, save - this routine has long been mastered.