After tossing and turning, in a nightmare where it was difficult to distinguish reality from reality, Kraft finally realized the part that his own thinking could explain.
Those dreams, the deep existence forced in the limited space, the limited space that is difficult to escape in the three-dimensional space, and the dim situation where vision is inconvenient, all force the subconscious to use means that are not available in the current world.
Extraordinary memory, spiritual senses, and level travel are solidified into conscious cognition and neural conditioned reflexes through repeated use, transforming "not-self" into "me".
The scars from the Facetaker were not the cause but the trigger, adding to the accumulation of deep gifts with each embrace and deepening the connection.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The spirit has long been transformed, and the subjective consciousness has given tacit approval to the use of new senses. Of course, it will not think that a little scratch from the deep "similar" is a "non-self" that needs to be cleaned and disinfected. This
This is the essence of what is called "forgetting".
The speed of sinking and rising is accelerating, but it always requires a stable environment and activation time, and it will never be able to catch up with the freedom of movement of real deep creatures, and it is not even as good as the level of most of the weird people who have transformed.
The ability to disappear in front of someone and flash behind the scenes as described by Kupp would take Kraft ten times more time to achieve step by step.
The mingling of the increasingly in-depth connection between the spirit and the physical body, which is entirely a creation of this world, speeds up the process. The more frequently nightmares induce the use of deep-related abilities, the deeper the connection becomes, which in turn promotes the spirit to produce more nightmares.
A vicious cycle, or for those changes in the psyche, a positive cycle back to where it came from.
But if that's all it is, it's a dead end.
Assume that the movements of those deep creatures are fish jumping out of the water and returning to the water, and the two are closely connected. Then the current situation is a failed dive of land creatures, without posture control, and the speed of the approach between the layers is stretched to the limit, with water splashing everywhere.
,a mess.
A wrong level transfer, which seemed to be to avoid the cave builder in the dream, the subconscious mind mobilized all the energy to try to realize the shuttle like the deep creatures.
The human body was holding back its hind legs, and it could not reach the limit of its endurance. All the uncontrollable "remaining energy" turned into a spreading "splash", causing some kind of confusion between levels, which almost rolled the body.
into it.
Kraft tried to move his body, but his exhausted spirit did not support him, and the weak twitching of his muscles only made him lose his balance.
Coop hurriedly reached out and held his stiff left arm, and they both let out a cry of pain at the same time.
"What is this?" The subordinate, who had extensive experience in injuries, reflexively let go in pain, but quickly reacted and grabbed it again.
What stung the palm were a few pieces of dull stone that had never been seen before. They were probably embedded in Kraft's left arm during the confusion just now, and blood dripped down the fingers that were fixed in a virtual grip.
The question went unanswered. He helped Kraft sit by the bed. After a long silence, the latter suddenly started talking about something that sounded unrelated.
"I have heard such a story." Kraft pinched a piece of stone and tried to pull it out, but failed. "A man woke up alone in a strange place. There was a tall tower there, a tall black
tower."
"Do you need some bandages or warm water?" Coop wanted to persuade him to calm down for a while, but Craft didn't look like he would be persuaded.
"In despairing loneliness, along the narrow path with only room for one foot, he climbed up the high tower without steps." Kraft continued to tell the story in a sinister tone, as if just to satisfy himself.
Expressing desire is like a sacrifice conveying some kind of fable beside a fire.
"He climbed to the top of the tower, pushed aside the stone slabs blocking the way, and saw the moonlight...and the endless familiar wilderness under the moonlight."
"Stepping onto the ancient road buried in weeds, crossing the river, and seeing the remains of the stone bridge, he felt like he had seen it before."
"Finally, he walked into a familiar yet unfamiliar castle and joined a brightly lit banquet. The guests screamed in the most terrifying way, fainted in fear, or fled in all directions."
"The culprit stood in an archway in front of him. His grotesque and abominable appearance was anything but human."
"Did he escape?" Coop felt the cold air that could not be blocked by thick clothes.
"No, he walked to the arch and stretched out his finger, and the monster also stretched out its bone claws to touch him. At that moment, memories came like an avalanche, and the truth that could destroy everything defeated him."
"That is……"
【a mirror】
…
Two days later, the Legend Clinic in Solace Harbor opened as usual. However, there was an extra curtain covering the other half of the main hall. The beloved doctor seemed to have some difficulty with his left hand, which confirmed the previous statement that he was feeling unwell.
everything is normal.
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