Looking down the rugged staircase, I didn't turn around and leave, but continued with a feeling of guilt, but a thrill. As soon as he took the first step, it was as if he had made an appointment, and suddenly countless fireflies appeared from unknown corners in all directions, and soon the small firefly that appeared first was drowned in the crowded large line. They came together like a small round lantern, shining brightly for me, and the dark road was immediately illuminated. It was a strange thing that I went down the stairs, and I found that on each step there was a large, clear Arabic numerals, which were arranged in an orderly manner, telling me unmistakably the number of steps I had taken.

To tell the truth, the steep staircase was a bit steep, and I paced down cautiously, for fear that if I was not careful, my whole body would be planted again. I don't have to count to know that I've reached the 100th step and I'm safely on solid ground. Looking back, just now I just focused on each step of the down, I didn't notice the layout of the entire staircase, and now I look back at the past, I really scared myself, this long ladder is like an isolated cliff, there is no support at all, but it exists independently, and it is still suddenly towering in the infinite vast space, which is really daunting. The tiny fireflies that had gathered together like a light suddenly said goodbye, leaving only a large dim space that stretched infinitely far around me. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, hoping that fear would be swallowed as well.

When I looked closely, I realized that it was not empty in this vast space, but from near and far rows of heavy iron cabinets were neatly stacked, and the thick dust was dead and silent on the iron cabinets. These tall and large iron cabinets must have been in the dust for a long time, and it is difficult to recognise their original hue from the exterior.

I stepped into it like a ghost, and in this huge space of rows of dusty iron chests with no end in sight, a terrible feeling suddenly came to me. It enveloped me, and the more I went inside, the more restless I felt. I looked at these towering iron cabinets, and felt that they were pressed against me like a great mountain, and I couldn't breathe.

I wanted to go back, but when I looked back, there was no way back. The path you walked just now was blurred, and there were only rows of large iron cabinets standing densely behind you, and the overwhelming trend of the mountains and seas made you seem to be unable to stand. I could only walk forward, my gait was a little twisted, and slowly I ran up, so that my heart was calmer.

When I was out of breath and wanted to stop, I suddenly realized that my steps were no longer listening. Behind me, there was a ghostly wind blowing in and pushing me forward. I was at the mercy of a puppet, and I didn't have the strength to fight anymore.

I don't know how long it has been, and the impetus has quietly accelerated. I consoled myself that these were sleepwalking tricks, so let it be. After speeding over the countless squares of iron cabinets, suddenly the strong impetus disappeared in an instant, and I was thrown out like a broken toy, free from the shackles of the toy box, and fell to the floor.

At this moment, I had no strength at all, and I could only flip my body on the ground with difficulty, but I still sat crookedly on the floor with gray miasma. Gray dust stained the front of his shirt and trouser legs, and his hands and right knee ached. I wanted to dust off my clothes and gently soothe my right knee, which was still in pain, but when I looked up, a mysterious old tin cabinet stood majestically in front of me, unlike other lifeless tin cabinets, but unexpectedly wide open doors, and this unique appearance made my heart tighten suddenly. My attention was all drawn to it, and I had long forgotten the pain that had been hidden from time to time.

I got up, cautiously walked to the tin cabinet, and peeked inside, which was hessen, empty, and thick with old dust everywhere. I looked at it again, and at last something resembling a small note came into view, resting silently in a small small crow deep in the cabinet, the dirt and chaff that had covered it beyond recognition. If you don't look closely, it's easy to get missed.

I reached out and carefully pulled out the small note, and it was obvious from the dust that had accumulated on it that it had been in the tin cabinet for a long time. After dusting off the dirt, I opened the paper rolled into thin strips and smoothed it. When I looked closely, it was a piece of parchment made of lamb's lambskin. It's very shabby, but it's precious. Even in my long ago, it must have been a rare rarity. I suspect it must have been quite expensive, as I can remember that only a small collection of books that existed only in the ancient Pajama Library were made of this parchment. I gently picked up the soft parchment, as if I had returned to ancient times. On this strip of parchment, which is a quarter the size of A4 paper, a set of figures, symbols, and ancient words emerge from the paper. I stared at it for a long time, thinking that I had seen it before, but I couldn't remember anything for a moment.

As I struggled to remember, the wind swelled, and everything around me danced with the wind, and I was lifted up, and piles of broken glass poured down from the sky like rapid hailstones. Luckily, the fine pieces of glass were as sharp as knives on the surface, but they were as soft as silk when they slid down my cheeks. I knew I was about to get out of the world of nightmares.

Everything was spinning in the wind, and I was in it. Just as I was about to close my eyes and take in the intersection of virtual and reality, the little parchment was stubbornly swinging in front of my eyes, so that I didn't even want to close my eyes. I reached out and grabbed it in the direction where the parchment was flying, but it seemed to know my thoughts, and it was deliberately circling and tangling with me.

I didn't succeed in catching it several times, and I'm ready to give up. But at this moment, the small parchment, which was as soft as satin, floated to my side, as if waiting for my attention. At this moment, I grabbed it as soon as I reached out, but before I could hold it, in the blink of an eye, I had ascended into the real world.

In the atrium, everyone returned to the real world, and everyone was so restless and restless. I peeked at Durou, who was already on his feet, and he couldn't help but giggle, not surprising that he must have been rejoicing alone in order to escape the horrible dream. Hey, everyone has their own hurdles that they can't overcome! I withdrew my gaze, but when my gaze slipped over my left hand, I was firmly frightened.

This ······ It's not ····· That parchment I saw in my dreams! It should have stayed in the nightmare, how could it be held in the palm of my left hand, how could it run into the real world?! Could it be that I'm still in a nightmare? Or is that dividing line between the real world and the nightmare world gone, and the two worlds are confused?!

I panicked and slipped the little piece of parchment into my trouser pocket, and looked around quickly, thankfully no one noticed my unusual behavior. I said a few words to Fanny, and walked briskly out of the atrium on my own, heading straight for the dormitory.

When I arrived at the dormitory, I hid the rolled parchment paper in the gap between the slats under the bed near my head. It was only then that I let out a long breath and finally hid this little parchment that shouldn't have been in this world.

After the lights went out at night, I tossed and turned for more than half an hour, until I heard the snoring of my teammates who were sleeping, and I sneaked up to my feet. I lifted the corner of the bed with my hands and fumbled to pull out the parchment rolled into a small roll. By the faint light of the flashlight, I lay on the bed and looked at the parchment that I had smoothed again.

This ancient piece of parchment has been reborn in the real world, and it is possible that there is an unusual encounter between the illusory nightmare and the cruel reality at some point. As soon as the idea came to me, it immediately took root in my brain. If I can fly thousands of miles through the cage of time, what else is absolutely impossible?! This parchment, which has been dormant for centuries, seems to have been rejuvenated by the distant incense of agarwood, but the dense handwriting on it is only faintly recognizable.

I pondered between the lines, and felt that this little note was familiar, and I must have seen something similar somewhere before.

┌卍┬※┐

☆∷┼▋♤

└☑┴◎┘

On this piece of parchment, I scribbled a non-regular table with an ink-colored brush, which looks about 3x5 format. The symbols in the table are very special and incomprehensible. I only know what a few of the symbols represent, such as the swastika for Buddhism, ☆ for the five-pointed star, ◎ for concentric circles, but this is just a rigid copy of the meaning of the present, and whether there is any conflict with the past antiquity, but I don't know.

I suddenly remembered, so I rolled over and went to the ground, crept in front of my small cabinet, rummaged around, and finally found the notebook that I hadn't seen in a long time. I took out my notebook and opened the middle page, which contained a small, crumpled note. I remember very well that this little note was given to me by Susan, an old friend of the Solidarity faction, and asked me to inquire about the meaning of the note. But what is puzzling is how this little note is similar to the symbol pattern on this piece of paper made of lambskin in my hand?!

I picked up two small pieces of paper and put them together, and although they were still a little different in size, they were at least one piece.

I took a closer look.

ζю♂Ÿ☀┌卍┬※┐

8 5 1۞◐☆∷┼▋♤

(16) ♮ 龘忈☒└☑┴◎┘

No matter how these two small strips of paper are arranged left and right, they all continue the 3x5 format. I think the note Susan handed me was on the left, and the lambskin note I had inadvertently carried from my dream on the right, and that the combination seemed more pleasing to the eye, but it was probably just a whim.

Still, I feel that these two small notes from different circumstances are inextricably linked, but in reality, can the two of them really be pieced together? And what is the real meaning of what they represent after piecing it together? These are mysteries that don't know!

I held these two small notes with only a few furs on them, and I couldn't help but be stunned.