Prosthetic Takakawa felt like he was melting, as if he was immersed in a large dissolved liquid, and although he couldn't see—it seemed that he had no eyes—he felt that he could smell the smell, a smell like rust and methane, and most of the other odors were mixed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info For him, this is not a pleasant taste, but it is not necessarily disgusting, as if he has long been accustomed to living in such a smell, however, he knows very well in his heart that this is impossible, from the subjective cognition, he has never lived in such an environment. His adaptability to the smell and his ability to endure his own abnormal sensations as if he was melting gradually made him a little confused as to whether he had really had a similar experience, and if he had to say yes, he could only find the situation of those patients with doomsday syndrome in the "hospital reality" - in the final impression of the "hospital reality", "Takakawa" finally became no different from other patients with doomsday syndrome, turning into a puddle of yellow LCL liquid.

Is the impression of that process and state the reason why I feel that I am not unfamiliar with the state at this time, and even have some habits? Prosthetic Takagawa himself could not answer. All subjective conscious feelings based on objective facts that have occurred cannot be directly evidenced, and apart from far-fetched, Prosthetic Takakawa has no other way to judge the changes in his own situation and external environment.

All in all, the intense thrill becomes more and more diluted as the melting sensation rises, as if it has passed the climax and is moving towards a predetermined ending. Such a sense of foregone conclusion was lingering in the consciousness of the prosthetic Gao Chuan, making him feel as if he could know in advance, no, it should be said, that he already knew what would happen to his state next, but he couldn't describe it in his own words--that state change was so complicated, beyond his own common sense and cognition.

Prosthetic Takakawa felt that he was becoming awake again, obviously he had been in a strong stimulus and had not lost consciousness, but when the feeling of "waking up" reappeared, he had to think that he was not awake during the period when he thought he was awake. Even if you can still think, it's probably like "thinking in a lucid dream". It doesn't matter when you fall into a state of confusion, what matters is that you are about to "wake up" and desperately want to wake up.

It's like a fish that has been suffocated on land and re-dives into the water, which is a strange description, and most of the time, people are more accustomed to "returning from the water to land" than to "back in the water". From the perspective of the history of biological evolution, of course, there is a reason for this, and many arguments believe that human beings, as terrestrial life, have already deeply imprinted their yearning for land in their genes when they climbed onto land from ancient aquatic origins - human beings are so unaccustomed to living in water, from the physiological structure, there is an instinctive rejection of water life, even if it is just a humid climate, it is already unpleasant, but after breaking through the inertia of this physiological instinct, People have learned to describe changes that they are not accustomed to from the perspective of a fish, but the situation derived from language is still oppressive after all.

Takagawa knew very well that there were many ways to describe his feelings as a person who had received a certain amount of education, and that he did not necessarily use the analogy of "a fish returning to the water", but he naturally used such an analogy. In a society of common sense without any anomalies, such inspiration is still considered a normal manifestation of consciousness, but when one is in a strange state and suffers from all the torture of extraordinary knowledge, even this metaphor that seems ordinary in a society of common sense seems to have a more profound and distorted meaning.

Just when Takakawa was thinking so, he heard the sound of water. Like the waves, like the tide, hula swells up, although it will recede again, but the frequency of the swelling is faster and more ferocious, and the water is rising, lapping against the reef. Even though he was in a state of seeming to be awake, and he couldn't see the real thing that gave him this impression, the scene of the high tide of the shore was still depicted in his mind little by little. Takakawa didn't see the specific outline, but the thoughts and words he had only woven in his mind let him know what kind of high tide it was, what kind of coast it was, there was a sandy beach in it, there were dark reefs, the sand was very thick, the edges were blurry and stuck with other gravel, undulating, and even some depressions looked like footprints, as if something had come up from the other side of the sea.

The sound of the tide grows more and more violent, but it is not bright, but rather dark, as in the darkness of those deep plots in the film, as if all the backgrounds are alive, but they are all meant to set off the same ominous omen. The sand and the sea were illuminated by light, but it was impossible to distinguish whether it was sunlight or moonlight, and of course, the light was dull and dim, and all colors were covered with a rich film of light reminiscent of calamity, sometimes orange-red, sometimes like the color of blood that was no longer fresh.

The sparkling waves still sparkle in the rising tide, and there is a complex rhythm, as if pushing something—the thing sank under the water, and when viewed from the sand, it could only be imagined from the feeling brought by the wave, but the fantasy suddenly became a more tangible situation, and something really came out of the tide - tall, horizontally stout, limbs, standing upright, unable to see the details, but feeling that they were all more than two meters, and even generally three meters away, they were real giants.

However, that's not "people".

The vivid scene that Takakawa seemed to be awake and did not wake up, and for some reason could not help but sketch this vivid scene in his mind, as if he himself was standing on the beach, watching these seemingly inhuman things go down the rising tide and walk from the sea to the land. He occasionally struggles out of this absurd fantasy, but soon falls back into it. The sight that existed only in his mind as if he had imagined himself became clearer and clearer, and the seemingly inhuman thing approached, completely out of the water, leaving footprints on the sand, and it was the depression that he had seen before, which seemed to indicate that it was not the first time that these things had come ashore.

The dim, rich light of the calamity shone over them, making them look even more strange and hideous, and Takakawa couldn't count how many of them there were, but he felt as if they were all on the coastline as far as his eye could see. Takakawa didn't know what they were or what they were going to do, but he knew for granted - as if something had told him them - that they had purposefully emerged from the sea.

Gradually, the light that fell on the shore became more vivid, but it felt even more ominous, because what had previously been compared to "unbright blood" now needs to be compared to "freshly shed blood". Taking advantage of this light, Takakawa finally saw their appearance clearly - like the faces of fish, looking extremely ugly, strong and burly humanoid upright bodies, but limbs covered with green hard scales, bright eyes with obvious intelligence, they could only be called "fish people" figuratively, and when he realized that they were "fish people", another concept of "deep divers" spread in his mind - "deep divers" here refer to these "fish people", not the consciousness walkers he knew in the pastHowever, the feeling of "the fish-man diving deep into the sea" coincides with the feeling of "the consciousness walker diving deep into the collective human subconscious".

Takakawa is deeply aware that such metaphors are everywhere in his thoughts, and that they are not accidental, not the result of a psychopathic condition that breeds delusions, but more like a prophecy. There was such an instinctive affirmation that he felt that the vague metaphors he had received were not predictions of the future, as the prophets did, but merely of what had happened in the past—in a strange and strange vague way, across a vast period of time, of what had never been the beginning, but which had happened.

Just like the fish people in front of them leaving the sea and gathering on this strange beach where they are located, it is a thing that does not know the specific time and place, nor the cause, process and outcome of the incident, but it really happened. This is a fragment of a very important thing, Gao Chuan doesn't know why it is presented in his mind in the way of "self-imagined", but if he has to give a reason, he believes that he is now in a strange state, so he can accept this information - a "being" that he knows is emitting this information, not deliberately, the information has always been diverging, but now he can access it.

This delusional, fantasical, imaginary, but yet real scene is not over, a vague scene flies by, which means that time flies quickly, and the fish people, with their wisdom and common sense that are not quite the same as human beings, have built a huge and rugged complex of buildings full of strange asymmetrical polygonal structures, on the beach, leaning against the sea cliffs, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a city or an incomparably huge building.

At the moment of its completion, the fish people cheered and shouted loudly in words that humans did not understand, and Takagawa felt that it was a praise, such as the praise of the gods, and they had a similar concept to the ancients, and felt that all the greatness they had created was due to the "gods". LISTENING TO THEIR PRONUNCIATION, TAKAKAWA THINKS THAT IT IS "KESU", OR IT MAY BE "COKULU", WHICH IS DEFINITELY NOT THE TONE THAT HUMAN PHYSIOLOGY CAN PRODUCE CORRECTLY, MAYBE IT IS THE TITLE OF "GOD", BUT IT MAKES TAKAKAWA HAVE A DEEP SENSE OF DEPRESSION, IT IS BY NO MEANS THE CONTEMPT OF ATHEISM IN MODERN SOCIETY FOR THEISM, BUT THE SUPPRESSION THAT ARISES WHEN AN INSTINCT IS THREATENED IRRESISTIBLY, JUST LIKE WALKING ON A VOLCANO THAT IS ABOUT TO ERUPT, WANTING TO LEAVE QUICKLY, AND CAN'T DO IT, YOU CAN ONLY WORRY, Thinking that the volcano could erupt at any moment and engulf itself.

Takakawa felt that the gods praised by these fish-men, the gods for whom they built this strange and huge structure, were at the bottom of the deep and unusual seabed - and this "seabed" was not the bottom of the sea in common sense, but more like a description and metaphor.

And even when their celebration is not over. The catastrophe came, and one by one they fell, growing pustules, fever, as if suddenly infected with the plague, and even launched a frenzy, attacking each other, sometimes excited, sometimes sluggish, the violent mental changes and violent physiological alienation deepened at the same time, and finally, they melted into pools of orange-red or yellow-brown liquid, and even the ground covered by these liquids, the rocks, the inorganic soil, the organic microbacteria, the flora and fauna, all melted, lost more and more contours, and became another texture.

Countless fish-people have died in an unknown amount of time, building cities for their "gods" without being saved by them. I couldn't tell whether it was the sun or the moonlight, and the dull and ominous light still shone on this beach, a hazy behemoth, as if it had been dialysed from the sea and geology, and when I realized it, it already existed vaguely in front of Takakawa.

In this strange scene, which seems to be imagined by himself, Takakawa always feels like a ghost who will not be noticed by the characters in it. No fish-man could see him, because he was separated from them by a distant time and space, and even had a different way of being. However, the behemoth that suddenly appeared now made Gao Chuan feel that he had nothing to hide—it penetrated the boundary between consciousness and matter, the distance between time and space, and the incomparably deep separation for Gao Chuan himself seemed to exist in front of it.

However, it didn't do anything, and Takakawa didn't really see what it really looked like. It appeared, gazed at Takagawa, and sank into the ocean again, and in a few moments there was a terrible tremor and noise from the ocean, and the light that spread all over the surface of the sea suddenly turned bright red, as if it were bleeding, and the layer on the surface of the sea—about a few hundred meters down from the sea—suddenly became transparent, like the purest water, and was lifted by the impact that emerged from the deeper seabed, and turned into huge waves that swooped down on the beach, shattering the rocks and cliffs. Gao Chuan only saw the sky at this time, the sky exists, but it is definitely not the sky of the earth that he is familiar with, whether it is the stars or the color, some essential astronomical phenomena have changed, combined with the shaking that the earth is underway, it is not an exaggeration to say that the sky is falling apart.

The hurricane came, the ground collapsed, the tsunami raged into the distance, and then, Takakawa felt that the huge sphere that owned the earth and the sky—the concept of a planetary world—had shattered into countless pieces, the scorching core was extinguished, the thick atmosphere was completely gone, hundreds of meteorites flew in and smashed on the shattered planet by accident, and Takakawa heard a sound that could only be described as "wailing".

Not one voice, but many—no, at least two.

For no reason, Takakawa suddenly understood the meaning of this voice: one of them was the culprit who made his world "doomsday", that "virus" - the behemoth that was dialyzed on the beach, and the terrible monster that killed all the fishmen.

Takakawa felt like he understood something. "Virus" and the fish-man god "KESU" clashed, and it is not known who wins and who loses, however, the planet is destroyed, and they are each injured.

Just as he understood the meaning, he suddenly came to his senses, the violent sparks beating on his limbs, and a layer of hideous armor welding on his modified prosthetic body—now his body was over two meters, and he was fully armed, like those heavily armored warriors of steampunk fantasy.

Prosthetic Takakawa subconsciously breathed, and a scream came out of the gap in the armor, and a gray-white gas was sprayed from it.