Kelly kept running, almost unconscious.

But fortunately, it is not a coincidence that the "curve forward" experienced once today.

Because when she was hazy and almost fell to the ground, the road behind the scenes surfaced again.

32°，73°，123°，421°。

She kept turning, beating in angles so strange that she shouldn't even exist, with the little will that remained, she kept running away with instinct, escaping from the cage of countless souls, from this cave that served the evil god, from the half-alive and half-dead monster.

She stumbled forward, swimming slowly like a newborn tadpole in an illusory world that was no longer human.

Kelly stopped, not out of her own volition, but because the path had come to an end.

The girl who returned to reality was surprised to find that she was not back outside the castle, not even next to the wall that she could easily climb.

It stands to reason that such a strange curved path ends somewhere, but the last dream had proved that it should lead her to where she wanted to go.

Or rather, the place she subconsciously wants to go.

Kelly couldn't help but wonder.

If anyone listened to the dream experience just now, it would be regarded as the most crazy conjecture, and even she herself would not dare to guarantee that she had really carried out long-distance movement without being constrained by space in some surreal way.

Whether it is the path or the sense of time that does not correspond to the path, it can be interpreted by modern psychology as a fantasy caused by some kind of disease, and the wrong judgment of the flow of time is not uncommon among the mentally ill, and vague visions are the most common phenomenon.

But Kelly wants to believe that she has touched the edge of mystery that she has been pursuing.

But this time it wasn't in the way she expected.

She was looking forward to more fairy tales and less dangerous episodes, such as a well-connected professor pulling out his wand, revealing to Kelly that he was a magician and inviting her to explore the mysterious world.

Maybe there are great battles, there are touching stories, there are dangerous monsters, there are painful betrayals.

But there should be no half-dead demons, dark gods, and spiritual madness.

She always knew why she wanted to pursue a mysterious existence, because she wanted to prove it!

She wants to prove that her peculiar vision is not some kind of mental illness, she wants to prove that she is still a normal person, that she is not crazy!

But now, look at what she has experienced, even the most insane psycho would not tell such an irrational story, the curve is closer than a straight line, the princess is a corpse, my king is above, what a blasphemy?

All the mysteries she was exposed to did nothing to prove her sanity, but instead made her wonder if there was something wrong with herself, if everything was her unwarranted vision, and that her brain had some kind of lesion that modern medicine could not explain.

Or, she hadn't seen a doctor at all, and the psychiatrist and psychiatrist had been her vision, and she had been living like this for countless years.

Even worse, she had seen the doctors, and they had made the right diagnosis, which was not real at all, but just a crazy dream of her lying in a hospital bed.

Kelly shuddered at the thought that everything she was exposed to might not exist, and that her parents might be complete strangers.

After all, is it really possible that Her Highness Veronica is an ugly corpse in the real world?

She didn't run away because she was afraid of the "living" corpse, she was afraid of the terrifying truth.

But how does the dreamer know that this is not a nightmare?

Yes, everything around her was logical, and everything was so real that it didn't seem like fiction, and she couldn't find the slightest doubt in the real world.

But that's how dreamers see their dreams.

She mistakenly thought that this irrational world was very real, but in fact, the real world was completely different from this place.

But those mistakes and omissions could never be discovered until she was sober.

It's an unsolvable paradox, but it shouldn't be a problem for any human being.

Because there are so many crazy hypotheses like this, there is no need to consider the possibility of their existence if there is no evidence.

After all, how could ordinary people easily doubt the authenticity of the world they live in, but Kelly was different, she had never been ordinary.

From birth, and even earlier, she has guarded against the invasions of illusions that have destroyed the mind of the maiden before she can overcome and harness them.

Kelly knew that her cognition was like a doll stitched together, unusual and fragile, and she had spent a lot of time rebuilding.

This tug-of-war with the madness had been going on for so long that she was about to give up.

She was now standing in the middle of the auditorium, in front of a quaint and deep trapdoor that had been opened, and below it was a quiet staircase that stretched downward.

She had to make a choice between getting into this place or not.

In other words, believe in your own so-called "ability" or not.

Not going in is the same as not believing in your own power, and of course not believing in your own power does not mean completely surrendering to fear.

Because this mysterious power may have been born for some evil reason, it is parasitic on herself, and she is the one who controls her to do whatever the owner of the power wants.

No, that's not the case!

The vision behind the curtain did destroy herself, but the force never hurt her, and if there was no reason to doubt her abilities, it could only be because she had already bowed to the king called Fear.

That's unconditional belief.

If you are really crazy, then this step symbolizes endless madness, an irreversible collapse of reason.

Why had she never seen anyone else who had a similar experience other than herself, and why did she happen to see a walking dead person just today, when the rules of the world behind the scenes changed.

Isn't it because her mental illness has suddenly worsened today? Isn't it because madness is eating away at her few lucid consciousnesses?

Wouldn't it be good to step back, return to a calm and stable reality, and put the crazy questions aside?

Someone whispered in her ear:

Think of it, the lovely Hara, the kind and erudite Professor Herwin, the silly but affectionate friend Iona, the stubborn suitor Skid, the strong girl Lei who just met, and the guilt-ridden and loving parents.

How wonderful these people are, they are waiting for you, what if you walk in and find that they are all fake?

Kelly smiled indifferently, when had she been so forward-looking.

It's never about the choice between reason and madness, much less about happiness and danger.

It's just about truth and lies.

She resolutely chose to walk through the trapdoor.

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