The evening wind blew from the unknown space and surrounded me. It was so fierce that I could not reach out to resist, and my memory was brought into the endless void that transcended all thoughts and entities.

When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by countless chaotic galaxies. I felt like I was in a narrow and dull room, and even my breathing was out of rhythm.

But on the other side, farther than the eaves, deeper than the fog and rain outside the window, and even farther out in the atmosphere, the invisible crazy constellation has risen from the northeast, exuding a cold brilliance.

Chaotic voices swirled in my mind, and I began to believe that in a direction invisible to the eyes, a more terrifying constellation must be commanding the stars arranged in a semicircle to rotate and roar crazily in the infinite ether abyss.

, crushing all the nebulae on the road, it will make such a strange sound like a low groan, noise, ridicule or call.

I opened the book in front of me - this book existed so logically, as if it should have been here from the beginning of the universe - I read a sentence on the rough paper, and recognized a familiar word on the old cover.

The name of the transcript.

"Beyond the gray fog gate, outside the abyss, among the stars, the cold current is so severe that people have nowhere to escape and can only shiver in the dark and desolate place.

——"Voynich Historical Manuscripts" Volume 15, page 921."

I know very well in my heart that this sentence has never appeared in any sentence or paragraph in the manuscript, and there has never been a fifteenth volume in this book. But as I think about it, more sentences appear on the paper, wantonly

Tampering with the original printed words.

"I often wonder whether most humans pause deliberately to recall the important meanings that happen to appear in dreams, or the obscure world to which they are attached."

"I have always believed that dreams are just wonderful shadows produced by waking experiences, but now I must put aside this superficial view and start to seriously think about the loopholes in it..."

As the language gradually became pale, my running consciousness finally exceeded the speed shown on the paper, and I clearly felt that a kind of restraint in my consciousness was suddenly broken free!

The consciousness that truly belongs to "self" floats from the mind to the sea of ​​consciousness at this moment, like a poor man who is almost drowned, breathing the air fervently and enthusiastically, satisfying the "lungs" that are almost squeezed dry by the heart and the chest is coughed up.

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I realized that at this moment, I had collapsed into the third layer of dreams mentioned in the dreaming technique, which is the third layer that is more chaotic than the stable original white dream and the gorgeous colorful dream - the twilight dream.

What is twilight?

It is the blazing sun that symbolizes waking consciousness, which gradually loses its luster and rests on the Western Mountain at the boundary between existence and nothingness. It is about to be unable to maintain its slump and fall into the black abyss.

The first three levels of dreams are just as I expected. They are all refraction and variation of fragments of real experience. No matter how colorful they are, they cannot escape the roots on which they exist. And these roots, I can already identify it as a kind of information.

.

Yes, it is information, the foundation of modern mythology that "Professor Craven" serves devoutly.

From a macro perspective, everything from an abandoned stone slab on the banks of the Euphrates to a black hole that has just swallowed an asteroid is an undoubted carrier of information, and is even part of the information itself. The only difference is that the information of a lost civilization cannot be retrieved.

It is read by modern people, but the information on the surface of a black hole cannot be understood by humans - I can't imagine whether there is a desert with no information in the universe.

The illusory world of dreams can also become a new world created by the collision, fusion, division, and reinvention of various types of information. Every second, an unimaginable torrent of information is rapidly generated, rushing into the largest abyss in history.

surface.

But starting from the dusk dream, things gradually started to go wrong.

This should be explained from the composition of information.

To put it simply, information can be divided into two types: those that humans can understand and those that humans cannot understand.

The first three levels of dreams are full of small information that humans can understand but are usually ignored. The trickles of water accidentally converge into rivers, which can leave a trace of inspiration in the brains of artists with rich imaginations.

But as the twilight dream comes to an end, more information that is incomprehensible to humans will surge up from the sea of ​​consciousness, mixing into an undercurrent of ocean, shaking the foundation of the building of consciousness. Only the craziest artists will

In an environment where you are overdosing on drugs, you can identify one ten thousandth of the visible colors...

No one with a shred of consciousness will realize that the building of memory is actually built out of thin air on the rolling waves of the sea, and any wave will completely capsize it!

This kind of terrifying thought is different from the terror in the universe, but is based on a special understanding of the self. If the concept of self will collapse in an instant, those who experience every moment now are useless people who pile sand on the beach; experience every day

Everyday life is a continuous miracle of the world.

The terrifying thoughts hidden deep in the subconscious are the fourth and fifth levels, or the raw material of endless dreams. They can no longer be described or contacted with language and consciousness.

When I persuaded Kay to open his eyes, I already guessed that I was in a dream. I thought that Kay was building a castle based on his memory information to accommodate my and Gray's consciousness, turning it into a dream.

A pointless adventure.

Because of this, the comatose Elliot maintained stable pain for a long time. His symptoms neither worsened nor recovered, and he seemed to never be able to wake up from the nightmare.

But now, the dream state I am in is starting to get out of control.

The first dream that Kay had had the most stable nature. The infinite space was the projection of his ancient memories, and the knowledge instilled in his brain continued to flow.

However, after breaking this layer, whether it is encountering unknown creatures in an empty airplane cabin or being on a passenger ship drifting in dangerous seas, they are all suspicious memories of unknown origin. Judging from Kaye's life experience, he has

How can I vividly replay these two extremely bizarre encounters in front of me?

Among them, in the airplane cabin, I could still maintain my self-awareness, observing and listening to their conversations from a third-person perspective, and the order of memory presentation was not much different from that of a movie.

But after entering the second dream, the story suddenly had an obvious flashback. The details of the story were messed up due to jumps and omissions. The relationship between the characters and the logic of the story began to be confusing.

Finally entering the third story, I couldn't even feel my own existence, just like a dreamer who forgets that he is dreaming and completely thinks that he is a butterfly dancing in the leaves.

These bizarre stories contain the terrifying journey from "id-ego-superego", trying to imprison my thoughts and leave an everlasting mark of terror on my soul. It is the person hidden in the dream.

In the cave at the lowest level, the most secret, the deepest, the most forbidden place, the gloomy face depicted in the dream composed of unfathomable space and unfettered time is strangely and horribly reproduced by the dream.

Carved out.

I vaguely guessed that the collapse of the three-layered dreamland came from Professor Craven's glance, and even my journey of falling layer by layer into the abyss of the dreamland was the pull of the gray fog door hidden in Professor Craven's eyes.

Once again, I evaluated my situation. To a certain extent, I was experiencing an unprecedentedly dangerous life-and-death situation. The moment in the dream is eternity, the existence in the dream is death, and the eternal life in the dream is complete death.

The final "self" awakening at this time is likely to be a flashback, because the "I" representing "Marcus" is already in a state of death...

Kay's dream is probably a subconscious construction of a fortress against some hidden existence. But now the only foothold that allows me to stay is this chaotic space at dusk.

The manuscript in front of me is the final carrier of self-awareness. Once I continue to be pulled by the mysterious force and fall completely into the bottom of the chaotic dream, the manuscript in front of me will completely disappear. Some unknown existence will continue to spin crazily to seize my consciousness.

Until I break through the endless void barrier that transcends all thoughts and entities, and face the terrifying figure in the deep sea!

What's even more unfortunate is that the manuscript in front of me is as cold as marble to the touch. What's left between the noisy strokes is no longer handwriting, but the cosmic cracks pierced in the iron paintings and silver hooks, aggregations darker than ink.
Chapter completed!