Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

I know there is an eye staring at me. This eye comes from "Jiang", from "virus", from those who seem to have nothing to do with the two. They seem to be different, but the eyes are the same. Of course, whether the "eye" I know is really an eye cannot be proved so far: but the function of this "eye" includes at least the function of the "eye" that I know. Every day, every night, whenever and wherever, every time when I fall into the deepest nightmare, this "eye" will appear, at first it is just like a dream, a kind of unreal After waking up, I do n’t remember something clearly. Gradually, it becomes an illusion that appears intermittently. Sometimes even if my brain is awake, it will also produce the illusion that it is there.

I often have to ignore its existence in order to face a life full of strangeness, confusion, terror, pain and sorrow with a calm and calm attitude. I still don't think I can really forget it, I just force myself not to care about it. However, in recent days, I have felt its presence more and more.

It will appear when I think about it.

It will appear when I write a diary.

It will appear when I do n’t want anything.

When it appeared, no one could see it, and probably no one could be sure whether it existed—even if it was myself, I still find the idea of ​​"it really exists" a bit ridiculous, no, Not ridiculous, but when I think of this, I feel a little scared. I must use "ridiculous" to cover up this heartfelt fear.

It does not exist in the form of physical phenomena that can be observed by humans, nor can it be described by a specific imagination born from consciousness. It is more like a conclusion born in self-philosophy, which is difficult to describe in detail. However, I know that when I feel it exists, then, if I can't get rid of it, then it will become more and more real.

It is always chasing me and staring at me, as if to get something from me-I can feel that it is not "grab" but "grab". The difference between the two terms is so subtle, but when I look for a feeling from it, the difference is so obvious.

When it is watching me, I will have an idea: ah, even if I am not in front of the world, but the world has always known me, this eye is not the world, but the world is because of some profound factors , Has been closely connected with it.

I think I am like an actor on the stage. There are so many audiences on the stage, but there are only a few invisible figures that ca n’t distinguish their personalities. I ca n’t distinguish the minds of these audiences. The factors that allow me to speculate on these audiences are all unobservable by me.

Sometimes I think that this is too unfair, only they can see me by virtue of the connection with that eye, but I can not see them in the same way. But at this time, I would feel that even if they saw me, they could not really understand what they saw originated from me or came to me. These audiences are in fact blind.

I ca n’t prove everything I said, so the diary I wrote is probably a mental patient ’s whisper in the eyes of others, but even if I admit that I have a mental problem, I do n’t want people to use different eyes. Look at me, so I treat these as long-winded "adventure diaries."

I often write down diaries, and often read my diaries, every day, every night, every moment ...

My name is Gao Chuan and I am going somewhere. I do n’t know where I ’m going, I just keep walking according to the guidance of my feelings. Except knowing that I will definitely reach a place, and that place is where I have to go, everything else is vague. This goal is so ambiguous, and I can't tell where the feeling of guiding myself comes from. I think it is "Jiang" in my body. I can guide you with a sound that I can't hear but can feel. I feel it. It stared at me again with that "eye". So intense, calm, deep, but at the same time hot. It ’s always deforming. Whenever I encounter a problem, it can always deform in a way that I do n’t understand, and everything it does is not always “save” only from what I can observe. "mine.

After all, I never expect anyone to extend a helping hand to me, because, I already feel that my role was not saved by others, but to save others-this idea has been coming for a long time, From the beginning, self-deception has gradually become a matter of course. I do n’t think it ’s bad, nor do other people have the right to criticize or deny me at this point, because all people who will criticize and deny me must live in an enviable, mysterious and Weird, at least it can be talked about in a peaceful life circle.

You see, if I really need to criticize and deny, first of all, how unfortunate do you have to be?

Unfortunately, it is the qualification.

The road is not calm, and my heart has never been calm, but if I am anxious or at a loss, it is not all. My thoughts, emotions, and all irrational parts are boiling, and no moment has subsided. However, the peace found in this boiling is a deep peace, as if sinking from the sea, gradually sinking into the 10,000 meters The bottom of the sea, but did not feel the pressure, but the light is gone, the noise is gone, it seems that everything has melted, become a part of the sea water, become a part of the seabed stones, become bubbles from the seabed volcano a part of.

I still remember what I used to look like before I died-I am not saying that I am not alive now, but that death brought such a strong thing that everything after that became relatively soothing. I know that I am changing, that death is like a dividing line, and I am changing to what I have never thought before.

I walked out of the thick pipe, and there were a large number of intricate pipes extending in all directions in front of me. The place where I stood was nothing but the pipe, and there was no place for people to stand. The gap between the pipe and the pipe is large and small, and the width is hundreds of meters. The small one is enough for a person to lie down and penetrate through the gaps. In the end, you can only see a dark, probably in There is nothing in the darkness. It seems that as long as you jump down and do not land on another pipe, but through these gaps, you will fall endlessly.

The thickest pipe I have ever seen here is at least one kilometer in diameter. I walked along the cross section, even the arc looks straight. I heard intensive sounds from these pipes more than once, like something running at a very high frequency. If it is in a pipeline that can only pass through one person, the sense of quantity brought by these sounds is like a long train.

I did n’t open the pipe, so I did n’t know what was passing under my feet. My curiosity was not as strong as it used to be. My involuntary imagination and thinking, and my messy thoughts, were about to fill my brain. , Can't tell the curiosity any more.

Then, I knew so naturally that I was not far from the "some destination" where it was not clear where it was or something. It can even be said that I have stepped into the scope of this "some destination". This range is so large, I feel that even if I go straight through this space, even if I do n’t encounter any accidents, it will take a long time-if you use super speed superpower, the time will be greatly shortened, but you need to use speed sweep The length that can be sorted out is also amazing.

I vaguely know what I will encounter here. And the other party is also the person I expect to see at this time. I ’m not sure, I can do something, because, I do n’t think I need to do anything anymore, the things I can do have already been done when I died, insisting that those things have not been done, After the two repeaters were destroyed not long ago, it has really been done. The rest of my time is not as colorful as the other me, the other Gao Chuan, only what I need to do is to wait.

Everything will be played in the game, and all games will reach the result of the established script, and at the same time when the result of the script is reached, it is also the time for my plan to reach the end-the victory will be quickly divided from the "people" In terms of time, it is probably a moment. As described by the origin theory of cosmic explosion, in an infinitesimal time and space, there is no process, and suddenly an explosive, decisive result is produced.

Before that, I do n’t need to do anything. I can even say that it is correct to take the initiative not to do anything, and to receive everything that comes from the game that comes from others.

From this point of view, I would also like to thank other people and non-persons who are playing games, including those I am familiar with, love, and even my own.

Soon, soon, I walked into a small hill with tangled pipes in this mood. Standing at this place that is not the highest observation point, you can see higher things upward, and you can look down to things that extend to the end of the field of view but are still incomplete. Pale, gray iron, metallic and non-metallic texture, seemingly various colors of flash, slowly spread out in the field of vision, and then, in this field of vision, a small thing attracted my attention .

I don't know what it is. I can't see clearly. It feels like a long line of ants. The army guards the middle, making people feel the importance of the things in the middle that can't see clearly. During the course of this group of "ants", a familiar, solemn, uncomfortable, full of erosion and unusual sense of ritual. I knew at a glance, where did this sense of ritual come from: the sacrificial rite of doomsday truth.

Although it cannot be confirmed at once, this group of "ants" comes from the Doomsday Truth-in my memory and the deepest cognition, the doomsday Shamans always bring this ritual feeling, Many times, the actions of these wizards are like telling others that their lives exist for such a ritual, such a sacrifice.

The doomsday truth religion is a cult, which has no human nature and does not follow human nature, but has its own nature, and as a human being, I think every action, every action, with natural and profound human nature, all cognition We can only proceed from the perspective of human cognition. The perspective of watching and understanding everything is also people-oriented. It is impossible to imagine what non-human nature is like-but, when these things appear, it is because of Absolute distinction, so it will leave a very deep impression.

The smell of the "ants" in front of me, and the taste of Doomsday Truth, are confusingly combined into a feeling. I know what it means: these things ca n’t be seen because they are far away, even if it is not the Doomsday Truth. Religion is also inseparable from the Doomsday Truth. What they are doing must be inspired by or be taught by the Doomsday Truth. And what they are doing is absolutely inhumane. The result of doing things must not be of any benefit to "human beings", and it has a considerable role in promoting the doctrine of doomsday truth.

They are enemies.

However, I do n’t have anything to do anymore, which means that from a rational point of view of my plan ~ www.readwn.com ~ I no longer need to treat them as enemies-when all human and non-human While practicing their own plans, their games are also driving my plan. From this point of view, even if the things in front of you that are closely related to the doomsday truth religion are doing inhuman things, reaching a certain The result of non-human interests promotes the main theme of the doomsday truth, and it also fundamentally promoted my plan.

However, I know very well that I am not a person who is completely rational.

Needless to say, no matter before or after death, I have always claimed to be rational, but the actual sentiment is greater than rational.

My sensibility can't make me ignore this ceremony.

Ceremony requires sacrifices, and no matter what the sacrifice is, it is already considered unjust to be the sacrifice itself.

I can no longer judge how much I have done is unjust. I also know very well that my definition of justice is so subjective. However, I am quite sure that I want to save the sacrifice in front of whom I do n’t know who, as I have done in the past.

Speed, kill, save-this routine is already familiar.