The coconut was eaten, and I was almost unsure if what I was seeing was a dream. I heard the sound of the Four Heavenly Courtyard coconuts, but it was more like an auditory hallucination, but for no reason I was convinced that it wouldn't end so easily. What's more, even if Saya and the Black Flower Sea showed amazing resonance under Father Edward's plan, it could not convince me that the mere "eating" of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts meant the end of the battle.

The despair, madness, fear, and vulnerability of the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconuts in that dreamlike process, and the helpless pathos are so realistic, but, "It's all lying to you." Such a vague auditory hallucination made me subconsciously inclined to the fact that these manifestations may be true, but not all the truth. If there is any situation when the Four Heavenly Yuan Coconut falls into the downwind, no, if it is connected to NOG and District 51, perhaps the current situation is not in their hypothesis - if there had been a deduction of this kind of situation in advance, it must have been arranged accordingly.

Father Edward is very strong, everyone knows this, and because he knows it, he does not leisurely think that his side can easily gain the upper hand and win, who knows that the black mandala will bloom? But even if no one knows that this sea of flowers will bloom, they must be prepared for some possibilities for the imminent relationship between Blackwater, Saya and Father Edward. I don't know how NOG and Area 51 will react, but if you don't even think about the possibility that Blackwater, Saya, and Father Edward will resonate in some way, it must be a strategic mistake.

I can't find anyone else.

The alienated right river sleeping in the sky, me gliding in the sky, Saya standing on the earth and the sea of black flowers, we seem to be all there is to this peninsula. The Black River has completely dried up, and there is no black water left on the peninsula. All of them were absorbed by the mandala circle on Saya's body and the mandala circle composed of flying flower petals. At this moment, the two mandala circles are overlapping in resonance, large rings are set on small rings, runes are connected with runes, patterns and patterns are constructed, and the magic circles are arranged in a material state. In the dense and fine vibration, it evaporates itself, as if it is turned into colored energy, and becomes a phenomenon that cannot be touched but can be seen.

In the chain judgment observation, the whole exercise process was excessively intense from the beginning, and the intensity continued to rise, eventually exceeding the observation load that my body could bear. The image in my mind suddenly ended in darkness, as if the power of the television had been cut off, and the last moment of light contracted on a horizontal line. I could still hear the noise. The noise seemed to resound in my heart, making people bored and unable to scratch, and at this moment, the noise disappeared.

The sound of the whole world seems to have disappeared, and in the silent world, black and white exclude all other colors, and although they do not make the other colors disappear, they occupy the most prominent place. It's hard to pay attention to colors other than black and white, and what other colors outline. And my body. I also feel a kind of pressure that suffocates people, makes people want to vomit, makes people dizzy, cold hands and feet, and loses strength. It seems that it is difficult to even maintain one's own balance.

Everything in front of me began to skew, and I didn't know if it was the body gliding through the air that was crooked, or if the object in my field of vision was really crooked.

The crooked mandala and the crooked saya began to spin, and I couldn't tell if it was spinning up, downspin, or left and right. But, just from distance, I don't feel like I'm spinning around it. Saya's human form becomes distorted in the rotation, becoming as fragmented as if it were abstracted, leaving only a rich suggestive meaning, pouring out of its distorted outline, which I can perceive, but cannot concretely describe, just as ordinary people cannot fully describe the ideas expressed in an abstract painting at the first glance.

The two began to overlap, and it was impossible to tell whether Saya became a part of the mandala or the mandala became a part of Saya. Fragmented images and phenomena blend with each other, becoming a more complex and seemingly disordered whole. Even if you lose your sense of direction, you can subjectively feel that the whole is in an "upward state". But where exactly is this "ascent" going up? Is it the sky? Is it beyond the sky? Or is it the concept of "above" that is detached from the concept of "sky"?

It was the idea of promotion, which was the sum of all the indescribable feelings, and finally in my mind.

It is not accurate to describe it with the concept of "qualitative change" or "quantitative change", and only the concept of "promotion" may be able to describe this direct and complex feeling.

It was as if I was dreaming, as if I was in a dream-like world where time and space did not exist, observing a man-made object becoming something that another person could not create.

It's still called Saya, but it's no longer the same being.

The sunlight, which had already been obscured by the Alienated Right River and the Eye of the Moon, once again sprinkled the entire space. I felt like I was still in the peninsula, but I was distracted by the strange and amazing changes in front of me, and although I still had the knowledge of the peninsula, it was difficult to move my eyes to the peninsula itself. I know that there is a great force that forces me, but I can't get rid of it, and this force is like growing from the bottom of my heart, it is a part of myself, and it is a part of myself that is not affected by my subjective consciousness.

Therefore, although I think that the light is sunshine, I can't directly confirm whether it is "sunshine on the peninsula".

Everything starts from intuition, everything ends with intuition, and has nothing to do with one's own logical thinking and judgment. If cognition is wrong, then intuition must be wrong, and all logical thoughts that originate from subjective consciousness are at this moment as if they were a ghost that exists but cannot be touched or interfered with, but only quietly watched through a transparent glass wall.

As a result, a long shadow stretches out from the presence of light beneath the shattered and distorted abstract form formed by the combination of Saya and the mandala. The shadow, on the contrary, is less complex because of the lack of details, and is more similar to the "human form" in normal cognition than the subject—that is, a thin and long human form. With the change in the intensity of the light, this shadow also appears light and thick, fluctuating, like a ghost that will leave the main body at any time.

A series of familiar but less often mentioned terms popped into my mind: lanky ghosts and ghostly nightmares. I can't help but think of the various strange phenomena that appeared one by one along with the mystification of the world when I first entered this repeater world. And the weirdness that sprouted in those days centered on the constant breeding of electronic demons and nightmares. There seems to be a plot, but the situation is unclear. What was so unclear in the past, that it seems impossible to find an accurate answer and a clear clue now, began to emerge one after another, entwining around the situation in front of us—as if the past and the present were as closely connected as ever, but when we actually searched for them, we realized that there was an invisible hand that held the backbone of this connection. Buried deep in the dark.

We can only be sure that it is the situation in the past that has led to the current situation, but we cannot figure out the details of each of these steps, and we can determine the correlation between them, but it is difficult to find out the detailed cause and effect relationship in them.

My mind is pulsating and uninhibited. But there is an invisible framework that defines the direction and distance of the jump. In this framework, the mind can spread indefinitely, but it cannot get out of the frame to explore the parts outside the framework that you don't know anything about. However, I could feel that the mysterious power was coming from the unexplored part of the frame. In the depths where I knew nothing, and I had no way of judging how deep it was, tentacles stretched out, teasing my mind and eroding this invisible framework.

These tentacles are formless. However, when it entered my mind, there were all kinds of imaginable images: golden apple trees, huge flying insects, wriggling bodies, eyes hidden under the abyss, and distant half-hidden shores in the mist. Sometimes it is not presented as an imaginary image, but suddenly turns into a song that reverberates in my heart, and in my case, this song is a female voice, but I don't think this kind of thing can be described as "gender".

I felt like I had gone mad, even though my thinking was still going on, my imagination was still growing, and there was a kind of "Did I become crazy?" However, none of this can stop the realization that "I am a crazy psychopath". This perception is emotional, there is no rationality, and I know that "I don't have reason anymore."

Suddenly, I felt a great sense of fear. However, perhaps because I was too familiar with this sudden and great fear, but instead of resisting this fear, I felt a faint peace and calm in the fanatical sensibility of "feeling crazy".

I was able to continue to observe the changes in front of me, whether it was happening on the peninsula or in another dream world.

The shadow stretched beneath Saya, and the extended shadow came to life in the strength of the light, as if it had become a ghost like a human figure. But this ghost figure did not break away from Saya, but separated from the shoulder part of another more normal humanoid shadow, not tall, not short, not fat and not searching, just like the size of a normal person's physique, but more detailed than a normal figure, about the shallow outline of the shadow outlines the details, giving people an intuitive sense of harmony like an ink painting.

This figure, which is normal in physique but too detailed, has already come to mind with its name at first sight - Father Edward.

There is no need for any proof, and it is intuitively that it is Father Edward, or rather, one of Father Edward's disguises. At this moment, Father Edward was born from the shadow of Saya in the form of a shadow, emerged, detached, and stood upright in space in the form of a flat shadow. It glanced at me, and there were no actual eyeballs, only the outlines of the eyes, but one could feel the sparkle in them—they were calm and natural eyes without the slightest emotion.

So, if I exist here and it doesn't mean anything, why does it look at me? Is it trying to confirm something from my existence? Did it find the answer? Or is it meaningful to "do the action" in itself, but the "result of the action" is meaningless?

I can't understand it, and I can't judge it.

Father Edward, who was in a shadow state, only looked at me for so much, and then his gaze fell on the abstract Saya, and then it turned into a black line and disappeared into the abstract Saya, becoming a part of the abstract form, and I could not find out which one it was from the chaotic lines. However, just as it was submerged, another light flew in. There is a clear difference between this light and the light that is poured on Saya, not only in terms of strength and weakness, although it is impossible to describe in detail, but it can be described as "out of place in every place". Therefore, the light and the light do not merge together, but become very conspicuous against each other.

Then I intuitively knew what this sudden light was - Novsky, the child of fate. Moreover, it dawned on me that this child of fate had come to this peninsula only for this moment, and that any action before this moment could be said to be important, but it could also be regarded as "insignificant".

Because Father Edward entered Saya, Novsky also entered Saya, which is very simple, but premeditated. NOG and District 51 have made no mistakes so far, and they are indeed prepared for the situation at hand.

Therefore, in contrast to Father Edward's "Shadow Line", Novsky's "Light Line" form is also integrated into the abstract image of Saya, becoming a part of the chaotic and complicated line structure. In the same way, when Novsky is submerged, I can't recognize it from the ever-changing, fragmented but rhythmic abstract picture.

I just know that Father Edward's victory has not yet come, and that his opponent this time will be Novsky, but it may not be just Novsky, because the echo of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts still lingers in my mind. (To be continued.) )