Agnes woke up suddenly, her eyes open, a little confused.

She sat up, frowned, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temples.

"Those who have attained enlightenment often sink into the sea of suffering......" Agnes spit out a few syllables in a daze, and then subconsciously opened her eyes, as if realizing something, and stopped the words in her mouth.

"What am I talking about?" She was subconsciously startled, carefully remembering the words she had just spoken, only to feel that she had a splitting headache, and her temples were throbbing, which made her feel a sense of irritability that was difficult to vent, and there seemed to be a wail in her ears from something that did not come from.

"Spiritually exhausted?" She frowned and smiled bitterly, since embarking on the extraordinary path, except for the dinner at the Pavra Monastery and after the concert, she has rarely taken the initiative to spend her spirituality so thoroughly, after all, the 'prisoner' sequence is easy to get out of control, if you often exhaust your own spirituality and fall into a mental trance, the state of increased hallucinations will undoubtedly increase your tendency to lose control, which is undoubtedly to be avoided as much as possible.

Agnes closed her eyes slightly, sketching a sea of gray in her mind, she sketched several times, frowned and opened her eyes.

"Like...... Can't outline? ”

What went wrong? Obviously, this has not happened before. Agnes felt a little chill in her body inexplicably, she stood up, walked to the window, looked at the red glow in the sky with a blank look in her eyes for a while, and then closed her eyes slightly and meditated again.

Like a beginner, she restarted sketching her black diary with a pressed rose pattern on the cover, and she did it very easily.

Angnes felt a little lighter, her headache seemed to ease, the wailing in her ears seemed to be creeping away, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and began to try to replace the black journal as Monsieur Conte had taught her to meditate.

She hesitated, and instead of using the gray sea she had used to meditate, she sketched a leafless tree that seemed to have been burned by some flame, and she successfully replaced the black diary with the leafless wood and entered a meditative state.

Agnes's body and mind calmed down, and the wails in her ears died down. As if her mother's hand was gently soothing her, Agnes felt her throbbing brain seem to gradually calm down, and she felt her spirituality stretching infinitely, spanning space, and seemingly connecting to many objects that she did not yet know.

Agnes felt a hint of vigilance in her heart, and she didn't touch that connection, but just used meditation to restore her state.

She stopped meditating after her state had stabilized for a while, glanced at the sunset, which glowed only a little red behind the mountain, and turned to sit down behind her desk.

"It doesn't seem to be my problem, it's the object of my meditation." Agnes took out her diary from her suitcase, took out her pen, and thought for a moment.

Her gaze unconsciously looked out the window, her left palm resting on her cheek, and her index finger tapping behind her ear through her headscarf.

"Why was it possible before and not now?" Agnes thought hesitantly.

She carefully recalled the words of Mr. Conte when he had taught her:

"Replace it with something that doesn't exist in this world, something imaginary out of thin air." With a slight strain on her ring finger, Agnes opened the cap of the pen and began to write this sentence on a new page.

"This is where the most likely problem is."

"But, it didn't exist before, and now it exists......" Angnes closed the cap again with some hesitation, and tapped the table with her fingertips in her grip and took a deep breath.

"What did he do?"

"Grey sea...... What does this mean? Agnes dropped her pen, leaned back in her chair, and pinched her brow hard.

"Trevor's memories of my birth are still clear, and the memories that followed have become like a dream again, but fortunately, there are bits and pieces that I can recall in bits and pieces."

"Trevor seems to think that I am not 'me', at least not exactly 'me'," Agnes frowned, struggling to recall: "What he saw in Pafra's monastery with the vision of that 'werewolf' Demir terrified him as much as he saw me when he was born......"

"With the help of someone else's vision?" Agnes opened her eyes suddenly, wrote two phrases in her notebook, and connected them with horizontal lines.

"Is there a connection between the connection you feel when meditating and the ability to use the vision of others that Trevor mentions in your words?"

"That's not the point, put it aside for now, and you can go to Trevor for confirmation later." Agnes shook her head, retracting her divergent thoughts.

"My memories of the Monastery of Pavra are the same as those of today, which says ......"

"Maybe the reason why my memory is like a dream is different from the 'me' who controlled my body at the time?"

"This is the legendary 'me', isn't it?" Agnes smiled wryly and shook her head.

"But I also have a certain memory, is it 'I' who think I should know these things? Or is it because I'm so connected to 'me' that she can't completely block my memories of these events, only the important ones? ”

"So what has always influenced me is what I always thought of as Him, or was it 'me'?" Agnes gripped the pen tightly in her palm, leaving a clear fingerprint on the barrel.

"The first reason I thought there was a Him influencing me was that I was able to clearly perceive that some things that I should have known were missing in my memory, and I had a rough premonition that these memories were extremely dangerous for me now."

"The second reason is that I can almost ignore the pollution of the 'primordial moon', although I don't know what the 'primordial moon' is at the moment, but I have a vague feeling that the other party is extremely high."

"The third reason is that I have an inexplicable resonance with Mera and Stitch, and this resonance gives me the feeling that they are using their own negative emotions as a sacrifice and connecting with me."

"If there is a Him who is influencing me, then these things can be easily explained."

"And if it's 'me', then it's a big problem......"

"Is it a split personality? Or is something trying to control my body? ”

"Maybe it depends on the ability of the 'audience' sequence to find the truth. Let me think maybe sequence 7? Or Sequence 6? No, I have to consider the pollution of my mind and memory. ”