In this backward world that has not yet been ravaged by headphones and speakers, most people can still achieve the first half of "sight and hearing", and Kraft is no exception.
He felt that he heard something, although it was very imperceptible, and it even made people suspect that it was an auditory hallucination caused by being in a silent environment for too long.
It's like someone dragging a heavy sack on the snow, low-quality fiber or something else grinding tiny crystals, the soft snow layer is broken under the action of strong external force, and then the space is squeezed, countless clever snowflakes break and collapse
Into dull blocks of snow—that was the sound he heard.
If the feeling was correct, the voice was passing less than five meters away from Kraft's window. In the darkness where Kraft, a well-nourished young man, could not see anything, it moved decisively and powerfully.
This makes it difficult to convince yourself with a reasonable reason, such as explaining it as a person returning home late, or a thief carrying a heavy loot.
No, of course this is impossible. Kraft's hand has been pressed on the hilt of the sword. Although the inactive alien now occupies half of this soul, the other half that has controlled this body for more than ten years can completely
Complete the difficult action of moving the sword from the scabbard to someone else's neck in an instant.
Maybe he won't react so violently for the time being, but he can stun an untrained adult head-on with just the scabbard.
That voice, that voice that was so slight that it was almost an auditory hallucination, did not change. It seemed to be lingering in the same place, not going away. It was continuous and low, and for no reason it reminded people of the train whizzing past in front of them, in the rows of carriages.
Before everyone leaves, you will hear a constant roar.
Kraft described the owner of this voice in his mind. It must be as long and huge as a train, but it can move softly in the snow. People who have not seen its body can only imagine it from the long rustling sound.
body posture.
The content constructed using hearing and unfounded imagination was too bizarre and closer to nonsensical dreams than objective reality. It almost made him suspect that he was in a state of half-dream and half-awake, and his low-power brain combined fuzzy information and subjective content without analysis.
The ground was mixed with each other, and the result was that there was a train strolling quietly in front of him.
But he knew that he was very awake, sober that he could feel the cold wind entering through his mouth and nose, passing through the barrier of his lips and teeth, swirling between the arches of his pharynx and palate, and then being swallowed into his throat.
There is no time for the cold airflow preheated by the nasal cavity to scrape away the thin moisture on the mucosa, and the sensitive nerves faithfully transmit the signal to the brain. In such coldness, the body's emergency mechanism starts to work, and the activated adrenal medulla secretes catecholamines.
The hormone will stimulate his circulatory system, and blood will be pumped along the arteries into the circle of Willis, and then circulate throughout the brain to ensure the normal operation of this fragile organ.
So is it possible that there is really a long and quiet giant passing in front of him, but counter-intuitively it only makes an imperceptible sound?
Then it even avoided all obstacles, and did not run over even half a board or dead branch in the messy village. It wandered so freely in the snowy night, and the boundless darkness was the sea where it moved freely.
In this sea area, the low wall made of rocks and clay is no different from the void. What it rubs is not the snowfall, but something more subtle and abstract, light, but able to support the huge body to move according to its will.
Kraft didn't understand how he understood this from the faint voice, or there was no need to think at all. The complex and bizarre content was already contained in this voice.
He felt that his thoughts had never been so active. Whether he was wielding an iron sword or writing answers that he had already learned by heart, they could not be compared to now. It was a hammer forging red-hot metal, and thoughts were like sparks flying and boiling.
The soul cannot be accommodated in the human skull that has evolved over thousands of years.
As time goes by, the already full mind is filled with more information. Normally, you would not think of things being pulled out from under the water, and countless contents are rolling by like a revolving door - that thin layer of gray matter is trying to store the limited information.
Looking for something to describe what I learned from this sound, I had the illusion that my thoughts were like lightning.
This process is completely out of the control of subjective consciousness, which is like standing in front of an open dam and watching everything the two souls know pour out.
The cross-linked neuron network chose "scales" among countless words to describe the skin that rubs against subtle substances. It is a fragmented shell composed of unexplainable content, which allows it to come into contact with the slightest concept, making the lengthy subject
Meaningful activities take place in the space.
The subject attached to the "scales" is far beyond the reach of consciousness, developing from the known to the unknown in the depths of darkness.
The "sound" of its movement is the peeling debris produced by the friction between the "scales" and fine substances. When it leaves the body, it begins to decay irrepressibly, from the space of another concept where it is located, towards the overlapping space.
The space that humans can realize falls and eventually disintegrates into information suitable for existence in this world.
Such information continues to spread, spreading like a spreading sound wave vibration, and making a final roar before being annihilated. However, only souls beyond ordinary people can access this information under special circumstances, poor water-containing organic tissues protected by a hard calcium salt dome.
Before boiling, passively realize the existence of the source.
But now, this small, lucky individual was formed by the accidental mixing of two souls. Because the volume was doubled but not expanded, the density reached a certain subtle passing line, and he was able to "hear" him.
Something unimaginable in two barren and boring short lives. He couldn't describe it in human language, he could only define it as an indescribable existence that transcended the reality he knew.
On the verge of madness, he understood the meaning of the patterns on the stone pillars he saw during the day - those things fell from a higher level, changed and twisted in the process of falling, and came into this world.
The people who accepted it couldn't understand its true meaning, so they used elements that exist in this world to describe it, describing it as a giant snake in the night. It winds endlessly and its body is submerged in the endless darkness.
Kraft was drifting in wild thoughts, and everything around him went away. He didn't even know if he was still standing in front of the window. Until a hand put his shoulder.
…………
"Craft, you won't stand here all night, will you? Craft?"
Vision returned in an instant, and his pupil sphincter contracted violently under the rare sunlight. In the sense of weightlessness, Kraft found that his stiff body was rapidly leaning forward along with the push from his left shoulder, and the white window sill appeared in front of him with a frightening look.