The world seems to stand still. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoI just run at my own pace, and the scenery I see is not the same as the scenery that moves backwards at a rapid speed when I sit on a high-speed train. The landscapes are relatively devoid of color and texture, even the steel is fragile, and the thin, almost white, gray, and black lines outline the contours of things, which are so scribbled that they resemble graffiti. Even so, it wasn't so messy that I couldn't be sure what the outlines were, and I saw more physical life, dead soldiers, and Nazi soldiers in this scribbled landscape...... Almost most of them are enemies, and the other side of the fight is always in the minority.

Then, in the moment when they couldn't even react, Tomie and I ran through their array, through exits and entrances, through streets, staircases, tall buildings, and open squares. Stumps, fragments, parts, and blood floated in mid-air, and I leaped lightly through them, following the trajectory of the high-speed passage, moving in a world as silent as if every object still in motion had become a wax figure.

I don't know how far I'm going, it's not my rational mind that dominates my steps, but the intuition that exists in my heart. "Jiang" spoke in a voice that only I could hear, and even I couldn't hear what it was saying, I don't know whether it was too rich, or too chaotic, and the content was moving through my sieve-like brain, mostly leaving no traces, but still filtering out some things that might only be considered "impurities", which I could not understand and reason logically, but which were woven and assembled in a pure sensibility to construct new shapes and contours, into what I could recognize.

According to common sense, these things that are recombined from the impurities filtered out of the sieve have deviated far from the huge information subject to which they were originally attached, and the way that I can understand as human cognition is certainly far from what it really is, but what should be seen as full of distortions and deviations can really be used as a guide to action, so that I subconsciously understand how to turn, where to stop, and how far away I am from the goal I want to reach - the "far" here It's not even just a physical concept of "distance", but it's full of meaning.

It is in my head that I have so many things that other people don't have, so that I can find things that others can't find without knowing anything. I think so.

I've made my way through many areas of the Governing Bureau, and even the locals haven't fully figured out the entrances and exits, so it's not a problem for me. They are physically "closed", but when I arrive, these entrances and exits are always opened for many reasons, and it doesn't really matter who opened them, which side of the war, or whether it was accidental or not - just for me, they are "open" when I need to pass through, so that the areas divided by these entrances and exits are not "isolated boxes", but a whole and open world.

When others had to stay and go around the various areas, when they were forced to see only "one area", I had passed through them, out of their sight, and even beyond their perceptions, to other areas that they could not reach in a short time. At this time, I always think that I am like a real ghost compared to them, or maybe I am a "thing that does not exist", but I do exist here, in a world where they live, fight, and fight.

In their world, the destroyed, the killed, the destroyed, have been completed, while in mine, before the dust settles, there is so much time and destruction to change. When an explosion touches something, it only happens in about a few tenths of a second, but I was able to get it out of the blast in a fraction of a second, and even then, I didn't do anything. Something so strong that it seems to be indestructible, such as a physical life, that can go on a rampage in an explosion must be a terrible monster in the eyes of others, but, in my swift sweep, they sometimes resemble sturdy but immovable statues, and I circle around them, not even missing a single line on their surface, and even then, they are not always aware of my presence—from their induction, to the feedback of cognition, and then to cognition to guide action, It is also a process that is slower than the grazing, and their solidity does not enhance the speed at which this process occurs. As far as I know, the speed and depth of cognition within and outside of the self are different for each life, and the speed and depth of cognition can be reflected by "the speed of the process from receiving information to feedback change". These physical beings, which seem to others to be all-round and have become extremely terrifying, have shown their own limitations in the comparison of the swift sweep, and in my eyes they have never been "perfect".

Human beings may be fragile relative to them, but in terms of "limitations" alone, the "strength" of physical life is only 50 steps and a hundred steps compared to the "strength" of human beings. If human beings can only be regarded as "ants", then physical life essentially escapes from the category of "ants" from that terrible reference.

In a world where everyone is going to die and the whole world is going to perish, there is nothing in the physical life that is enough to change this outcome. If we broaden our eyes to the "whole world" and feel the fate of physical life from a macrocosm and microcosm that exceeds the normal vision of human beings, it is just as sad as human beings. There is no essential difference between becoming a physical life and continuing to be a human being, either in terms of process or outcome.

Therefore, I have never been afraid of physical life, even in the absence of critical weapons, I cannot destroy them, but their fragility and limitations still exist, and in the face of the apocalyptic truth, they are also full of fatal points that cannot be changed.

I have not saved anything from the wars of these strange and strange lives, seemingly powerful but of no different nature, full of sorrow and pain from every point of view. Because, any salvation here is short-lived, disillusioned, and meaningless from the point of view of the composition of the apocalyptic illusion. And the parties involved in this large-scale war will definitely not stop because of my intervention. This scene accompanied me with my rapid sweep, the cruel scenery that swept through my field of vision, made me feel a kind of precision mechanicality, and a kind of strong movement that seems to be flexible, can stop at any time, but is actually so crazy that it is impossible to stop, and will operate until the whole structure collapses - as if all this is all the parts that are so precise that they are deliberately assembled like this, and all the movements in this machine have been calculated with unimaginable precision, whether it is power consumption, direction, The rhythms are at the level that a certain will thinks "they should work this way".

Yes, from that point of view, the war that is happening right in front of me, which seems meaningless, cruel, sad and painful to a person like me, is exactly what everything in front of us should be when it comes together. If there were more parts in it, or less than this combination of parts, it could probably be assembled into another shape, but unfortunately, it was not an ignorant and narrow-minded person like me who led all this, but a will far beyond imagination, which carefully cared for, sifted, carved, spliced, and polished, just like us humans made an exquisite power generation cage in an experiment, and the mouse could not organize it anyway, and finally even it was loaded into this cage and became an important part of the power generation cage.

Therefore, war is not terrible, what is terrible is that behind this war is something deeper - many people's eyes are only fixed on the death and injury in the war, then the fear they encounter will only be the fear of people, and once you overcome this limitation in your thinking, you will realize that there really is something more terrible in this world.

These transcendent fears say that the mysterious is indeed mysterious, because it only emerges from a corner when people are aware of its existence, and no one ever sees its true and complete outline; But if it's not mysterious, it's not too mysterious, because it's always been with us and never left. They exist outside of our cognition and reactions when we are not aware of them.

It's like me in a hurry, and these beings who can't recognize that I've swept by.

In this "unknowable" limitation, we are all so small.

When I am running faster than others know, my thinking speed is also surpassing the speed of the speed - in normal action, "thinking" is always faster than "doing", and this contrast is not changed in the speed sweep, my "thinking" is still faster than my action. This incomprehensible speed of thinking amazed me at how my brain had been preserved in such an unimaginable movement, and what kind of damage was caused by each part of the "me" in such a violent movement that could not be described with an accurate numerical value. All I know is that it is absolutely impossible to be without wear and tear, and that this wear and tear is definitely not just at the level of brain matter.

Even so, I can still feel that I am alive, and I can feel the flow of my life from this rapidity. Yes, the word "flow" made me feel more deeply, and when I couldn't help but feel deeply, I felt that I was no longer "solid", nor "humanoid", but a liquid substance that kept moving, accelerating in a huge and complex loop like a particle accelerator - ah, it reminded me of my real self in the hospital, a puddle of LCL called "Takakawa".

When I feel my "change of form", I also feel a "change of character", and all the attributes, states and properties that make up me are changing in a very complex, extremely rapid, and indescribable way. What exactly am I at this time? I can't figure it out anymore. No, I have realized that the deeper I go, the more I touch the chaotic and incomprehensible changes, and I will never be able to understand these changes at this moment, in the near future, and rearrange these changes into a part of the "self", so it will be terrible if I continue like this, and when I am shaken by the form and nature of the "self", the structure of the "self" will also collapse.

At that time, it is likely that not only the "me" in the hospital will become LCL, but even the "me" recognized in the apocalyptic illusion will become such a mess of liquid.

Have to...... You have to get out of this thinking, you have to float out of this suffocating, dark, chaotic and crazy abyss of thinking. The suffocation I felt was not a physical suffocation of biological respiration, but a sense of suffocation at the level of consciousness. I knew that I wasn't out of the rush yet, but I didn't feel myself moving anymore, and the movement I was in didn't look like I was "running" at all, but it turned into a sense of falling motion as if I had sunk into the depths of the ocean.

I tried my best to swim my limbs, but my feet were heavy, as if invisible tentacles were sticking out from the darker, deeper and deeper bottoms, wrapping around my ankles.

Fear, the fear that cannot be contained, cannot prevent this fear from arising.

I could barely stop the cry for help, but the words reached my throat no matter what. All I heard was my own gurgling sound, like being filled with water, and the invisible tentacles that wrapped around me also gurgled from the unseepable depths, like laughing, as if talking, as if pointing at me, as if responding to my unspeakable cry of sorrow. The grunting sound that seemed to be choked by the neck and desperately endured seemed to have an indescribable rhythm when I was confused.

I tried my best to move my limbs upstream, but I couldn't reach the surface of the sea, below was the pitch-black abyss, and above there was also a curtain of heavy sea water piled up without any light, spreading infinitely in all directions, but I couldn't see anything, as if it was just me, and I was the only one here like a clown.

It's horrible, it's horrible, there's no one to save me.

Who's going to save me!?

I finally shouted it desperately. I couldn't save anyone, and now I can't even save myself.