Distorted saya, abstract lines, moving in ways that cannot be observed in normal conditions, changing, entangled. Father Edward became a thread of shadow, and Novsky became a thread of light, becoming part of a chaotic spectacle from which they could no longer be distinguished. I can only feel the deep, gloomy, gloomy and inhumane horror from the bizarre phenomena, the pictures full of symbolism and abstract consciousness. There were all kinds of visions born in my mind, and there were also so many voices that echoed in my mind that I couldn't tell whether it was my own observations combined with my own cognition that generated these images and sounds, or whether these external images and sounds were squeezed into my mind in an extraordinary way.

I knew it all had a real meaning, but I couldn't figure out what kind of truth it all implied behind it. I can think, but I can't prove whether the object of thinking is real or hallucinating, I can't give a precise definition of what I feel, and I can't observe and look for the logic hidden in it - I even think that they are illogical, although they are not simply chaotic and chaotic, and there must be laws in them, but this law seems to be hidden outside its own frame of mind, and no matter who observes, no matter how profound and extensive the observer's knowledge is, The phenomena in front of you are necessarily outside the frame of the observer's mind. Thus, the "incomprehensible" is achieved in this relative.

That's what we do "outside of human intelligence", that's all I can say. My knowledge is superficial, my wisdom is shallow, but in the face of concepts like "infinite unknown" and "relatively known unknown", who can be called a wise man? The science education I received from an early age played a huge part in my perception of the world. Even if I am in the midst of mystery, I can't help but bring some scientific common sense, to judge, to think, and now I feel that I am witnessing a subversion of the real sense, and perhaps the definition of its existence. But a scene that can never be dissected by scientific logic.

Science is not science and technology, science is a logical worldview and methodology for understanding the world and transforming the world. But being in the apocalyptic fantasy, and only judging from the phenomena that occur in the closed environment in the inner part of the apocalyptic fantasy and unfold in front of me, I am so stupid that I have to think that mystery is mystery, something outside the framework of "scientific worldview and methodology".

Think of the apocalyptic illusion as a world constructed by the "collective consciousness" of patients with apocalyptic syndrome relative to the reality of the hospital. Seeing the mystery of the apocalyptic illusion as the result of a deep interaction of the collective consciousness may seem a bit scientific on the surface, but what if there is no experience of the reality of the hospital, and if the reality of the hospital is only an "illusion" in the eyes of others? For the world in which it exists, the world that it observes. There are and only others in the "Doomsday Vision", such as misfire, files, John Bulls, and rivets. What is the point of such "science"? Just as Dr. Ruan Li of this repeater world said to me, in her eyes, whether it was the apocalyptic illusion I said and recorded, or the reality of the hospital, it was just an illusion of me and others, for her. There is only one of her real worlds, and that is the world of repeaters in my eyes.

So, is her vision "limited", or is it me and the others who are a group of "mentally ill"?

These questions cannot be answered on the scientific level that I can understand, nor on the occult level that I recognize to have answers that I can approve of. I was vaguely aware. They exist only in the realm of philosophy, and yet, how can I, who am so stupid, get a glimpse of the answers I want from such a torturous philosophy?

I think, I don't stop thinking. When you can't get an answer no matter what, when you can't understand and solve more and more problems, thinking no longer becomes interesting, and it's more like a nightmare that you can't get rid of. However, thinking can no longer stop by itself, the problem is like the division of the virus, one becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, multiplying like a power, as if my world is filled with these questions, not answers, the original seemingly simple and simple world, as if distorted by this question into a terrible monster, I don't know where to go into it, to explore the real absolute sense of "truth".

I couldn't interfere with the phenomenon in front of me, too many thoughts, too many thoughts, and while I was observing, it was like a flood that hit the invisible dam in my mind, and I felt like I was going crazy, but I couldn't stop myself. There are many memories similar to this time in my mind, such as the time when I fought with the moon god, or when I faced the unknown and indescribable fear in the past, not only I have a personal experience at this moment, but every Takakawa in the past has also had a similar experience.

I've always known that as long as I don't dwell on these issues, as long as I stop thinking, I can ease myself, but when I encounter such a terrible mystery, I can't even "stop thinking". No, perhaps, in a sense, this uncontrollable movement of thought, like a nova exploding, a torrent of uncontrollable thoughts, is the deepest horror of any wise person brought about by these mysteries.

I can't get an answer and can't stop, I can't understand and constantly deny myself, it's like being suffocated in a deep quagmire, it's like being in a fog that I can only feel but can't see, it's like a balloon myself, and it's constantly being injected with the incredible gas called "mystery", constantly expanding, twisting, and then I feel that there is nothing in the place, the nameless monsters hidden in it, I am being peeped at, toyed with, devoured, and if you look closely, these monsters are made up of one by one"Problems" - however, all this is like an illusion that I feel.

When you swell to a limit -- I feel like I'm about to reach my limit -- I'm going to explode, I'm going crazy.

It's useless to close your eyes and not look at it, and you can't move your body if you want to escape, or in other words, in this over-inflated mind, the body's presence is too small to be confirmed.

I can't tell the difference. Is he on the peninsula, or in a dream, next to Saya, or inside Saya? Saya is no longer what I saw before, and as I endure, it seems to have become a part of the whole space. It exists in my front and back, left and right, in the phenomena that I can see, in the sensations that I cannot see but can feel, and perhaps in the range that I cannot see or feel, but can imagine, and even more, beyond my imagination.

The only thing I know for sure is that Saya is still there, and it's become incredible. But it has not stopped changing, or rather, even if it has become an indescribable thing at this moment, it is still in a process of transformation. And the key to stopping it, or facilitating it, or ultimately determining its action, is the Four Heavenly Yuan Gaconuts, Father Edward, and Novsky.

I can't observe, I can't distinguish between the state and behavior of the three. But you can imagine what kind of fierce attack and defense they are carrying out in an unobservable range. Captured and captured. Guarding and being guarded, attacking and defending, these acts cannot be described, but they must not be just an imaginary, but an actual situation that is going on.

The Four Heavens Gaconuts and Novsky are of course an alliance, and Father Edward is alone. But it's hard to think that he will lose in front of this alliance. Because, Father Edward gives the impression of being too mysterious, too profound, and too powerful. And it is impossible to peek into his depth and the power that can really burst out. Even if the enemy he has to face is a monster with the support of the repeater in Area 51, on the other hand, it is conceivable that in this repeater world, the strength of the repeater in Area 51 will inevitably be limited, and he will have to further weaken the power possessed by the alliance between the Four Heavenly Courtyard and Novsky in the assessment.

I did my best to transfer my over-propagated thinking to the imagination and deduction of the battle between the three, to keep these thoughts away from the problems and the monstrous hallucinations of the puzzles, the unspeakable release of fear from the unthinkable, and because of this, it was necessary not to "look at it", and this so-called gaze is not to "see it with my own eyes", but to "not even think about it". For me at this time, even "not thinking about it" is doing my best, and there is no guarantee that I will do it. From a very early age, not all thinking is controlled by oneself.

I tried my best to imagine a scene that could be more recognizable to myself, in which the scene of the battlefield was as magnificent and grotesque as it could be, with so many things that existed only in the imagination. The Four Heavenly Courtyard Cocon, Novsky, and Father Edward, in just an impressionistic human form, staggered, transformed, attacked, wounded, and screamed in this fantasy scene, and the faces of the three of them had indistinct looks, hot and confused expressions, as if different colors were changing. They flash, reverberate, shuttle in the space where heaven and earth are inseparable, from human form to non-human form, and from non-human form to a vague concept. In Final Fantasy, all images lose their form and exist only as a definition, existing on the battlefield in a "meaning" and "concept" way, replaced by words one after another, just as the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut is no longer a person, but only the name "Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut Seed".

Words that speak of concepts and meanings float in the void, intertwining and colliding with each other, sometimes destroying other words, sometimes breaking into more. As a result, the dense text formed a waterfall in my mind, sometimes from the bottom up, sometimes from the top down, sometimes forming a whirlpool, sometimes bursting from the inside, each word can form a new meaning with the words up and down, each word can form a new sentence with the connected words, but there is no connection between the adjacent meanings and meanings, and the sentences and sentences do not form a clear expression through position. It seems that reading with words and words is also correct, and it is also describing that unreasonable battlefield, as if picking out a few words at random to form a new word that has never existed before, it is also meaningful, and even, it is also meaningful to divide these words into several parts and reorganize these parts into a new font structure.

I couldn't understand the meaning, but I could feel the bias between victory and defeat. Although it was my own imagination and my own illusion, I felt that the real battlefield changes were just like what I was imagining, as if the information of the battlefield had become my imagination in the form of an unobservable sensory experience. It is "what is actually going on becomes my imagination", not "what I imagined".

Shitenin Ga's coconut was so embarrassed when it was eaten by Saya, but as she echoed, it was just the beginning of another scheme. Father Edward fell into the Gu as a result, but it was not entirely unexpected. Novsky's incursion was a plan for Area 51, but it was expected by Father Edward—all of this was my imagination, without any evidence, but from my own sense, it was as I had seen and heard.

When the Four Heavenly Courtyard Gacoco incarnated as Maria to work for the 51st District, she had a deeper understanding of the repeater than the other two, she had experienced the predecessor of the repeater, the "Night of Valpurgis", witnessed the changes of the Right River and the alienated Right River, participated in the composition of the repeater, and once personally experienced the difference between the Night of Valpurgis and the repeater. She has worked with Takakawa and different types of occultists, and has been hostile, and as a grotesque element of mysteries, she exists in worlds that many occult experts cannot explore. All of her experiences became her strength at this time, she could be a monster or a human, and the transition between existence and mind was as natural and simple to her as breathing. Therefore, her control over the black water is far beyond Father Edward's expectations, and the black water under her control is by no means as vulnerable to Saya as it seems on the surface, even after the combination of Saya and Mandala. She knew that the real enemy she wanted to defeat was not Saya, and what she needed to do was not to fight for control of Blackwater. There was only one enemy, and that was Father Edward himself. (To be continued.) )