Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The very reasonable thing that is affecting the file, but it is not the very reasonable thing I have seen in the past.

If it is not "Jiang" or "virus", then it can only be a third party. And what can become a third party, in my cognition and feelings, there is only the "result" that the deviation ceremony of the torchlight will bring. Although the deviation ritual has not been completed, the influence has already occurred. Taking the ritual performers as examples, it is impossible to deny that the ritual observers of the file will not be affected by any point, even if the mysterious experts who were killed before her did not show Such an exception.

The file is a messenger of the magic pattern, and is affected by the deviation ritual. Combining two conceivable factors, I can only think that the "result" that the deviation ritual will bring is in an inexplicable way. The Mageweave messenger file has a greater impact, and it may be the "result" initiative that caused this effect, or it may be caused by the depth of ideology and the mental state that the file is in.

Described in a mystical way, that may be: the file completed a small ritual under the condition of being unconscious and based on the magic pattern, using its own subconscious to connect the human collective subconscious, as a channel to connect the absence At this moment, there was some mystery here and there, which gained far more power than herself. In occultism, there is an official name for such performance: Descendant.

This so-called "god" is probably what the deviation ritual will bring, which makes people feel the horror even if they don't see it with their own eyes.

I think so, I can gradually hear a harsh and psychedelic voice:

——O ……

The harsh music, the noisy hustle and bustle, the unclear chaos, all the unpleasant things are stirred together, but it seems to indicate a greatness beyond physical and spirituality. That is the core of chaos, the source of disorder, a kind of existence beyond rationality and sensibility, and a phenomenon that is presented relative to the "order" in personal cognition, but this way of existence is macroscopic and global. It ’s not out of place. It ’s just that when it comes, the world will become another form that no one can imagine, and it ’s impossible to recognize this kind of appearance in advance to make a targeted defense, or adapt after changes. It is unimaginable, extremely crazy and chaotic change, there is no soil with known laws.

There are too many things that can't be described in words in my mind, and I can't even call it a phenomenon. It is an unbearable greatness. The information sent from somewhere far away and unknown is almost trying to listen. Let my intellectual explode. But I ca n’t stop myself from hearing these auditory hallucinations, nor can I prevent myself from receiving this information. From this irresistible situation, I feel my openness—yes, as a person, or As a non-person, who considers himself an "individual existence", he is not closed. There is constant exchange of information with the outside world from the depth of the self, and the depth, breadth and intensity of this information make people have to Doubt, what is the so-called "individual" and "self", people doubt that the so-called "self" is just an illusion, his own confirmation of himself is nothing but an illusion.

-"I" does not exist.

——The world in my eyes does not exist.

-All tangible things and intangible meanings also do not exist.

——All seemingly orderly movements in the unknown of infinite expansion are just a chaos that is difficult to measure, and this scene of chaos is the source of everything.

It ’s terrible, it ’s crazy. This kind of understanding does n’t mean anything to “individuals” and “collectives”, it does n’t mean anything to “philosophy” and “mystery”, and it does n’t mean anything to any movement. Conversely, it is a meaningless existence in itself. However, this meaningless existence is indeed conveying influence through the channels of meditation. I feel that I am falling into this huge and chaotic vortex. My cognition of myself, my understanding and thinking of the world, and even all the physical and non-physical movements that constitute myself are being affected by this macroscopic and huge, Existence greater than greatness melts and becomes part of it. No, I am already a part of it.

"No, no ..." I want to resist, but in the face of such a huge, deep and chaotic existence, resistance also becomes a cycle in it. Obviously the file humanoid stood in front of me, and my eyes could see how she existed. However, my perception was eroding this observation, allowing me to see the connection within this humanoid, traveling through time and space, reaching the other thing. The huge drill in this humanoid looks like a weapon and a threat, but it is just a trick to deceive people. When the file becomes this look, it has already become an empty shell, a port, and it really makes me feel Terror and struggle are another unprecedented existence that has never been seen before. Even more, this thing brings more fear than the natural fear that "virus" and "jiang" have caused me.

I cannot describe, I cannot speak, I am melting.

I do n’t think I ’m going to die, because the concept of “death” in such a chaotic and all-inclusive existence is nothing more than a minutiae appearance, but when even “death” becomes meaningless, so is “life”. Is becoming meaningless.

The drill bit in the file's humanoid shape rotates rapidly, growing in front of my eyes. When she jumped up, the drill bit was already as huge as a skyscraper. With a huge drill bit pressed down from above, the invisible and boundless darkness and the tangible and eddy ground that I could observe all began to twist and rotate, and everything that seemed to be hard was like soft mud filled with water. The strange behaviors that Zhonghe never thought of were presented in this water-injected slime, and turned into an endless army to pounce on me. This is no longer something a person can do in the depths of his own ideology. From the past to the present, there has never been a conscious walker who can do it.

The power shown by the file humanoid at this moment should not be something that the human individual can do. When she did it, she was no longer her, but it.

The huge vortex caused by the huge drill bit is about to shatter everything, smash it, mix together, and turn into something meaningless and shapeless. This process unfolded in front of my eyes, let me see the score clearly, but I can not move. Because, what keeps pouring into my thinking is causing my instinct, sensibility, and reason to quickly collapse, and I can only feel this collapse and can't do anything.

I realized that the factors that dominate my behavior will collapse at the next point in time. The end point of the collapse is not death, but an insignificant part that becomes a huge chaos. And I couldn't even make a wail.

My mind is still expanding, my information beyond the body is still radiating outwards, and the information that constitutes me is still merging into new information and becoming new things that I have never seen before. My "human form" is losing detail and contours, as if it is made up of countless worms, no, it is myself that is decomposing into countless worms, and at the same time as it collapses, it is also wriggling in a new form.

Neither "abnormality" or "deformation" can already describe the changes I can feel. Even so, I still do n’t want to give up, and there is a miraculous idea of ​​“giving up” and “persisting” in my will. Even with this will, I am still trying to adapt to this change, and everything is clear Without hope, what am I still expecting--

"Jiang!" I aroused my cognition that had not yet collapsed, and shouted the name.

In the next moment, I felt something inside I was exposed, or rather, broke through. My observation of myself is no longer humanoid. My thinking is confusing and almost impossible to form a piece of logic. However, I still observe a torn-up inside of the non-humanoid "self" from a wonderful perspective. Only the scales and claws appeared in the name, and a huge eyeball opened in this nameless thing, as if scarlet blood shed. The blood fills from the inside with the outline of "I", which is no longer human, and runs through each of the most subtle structures, exerting unimaginable forces to reshape my original shape.

However, it is just a form, everything inside me has been completely replaced by these scarlet things. I suddenly realized that the "self" that I could feel and determine had become an empty shell with nothing in it, just like the human form of a file above.

The battle that is taking place deep in this ideology is no longer a battle between me and the file, but another conflict of indescribable things. What is more terrible is that such conflicts are not what they want to do, but only when they exist, they will inevitably affect each other. As for me and the file, it is just a random product produced in such a way that it looks like a storm to us but has no meaning for these indescribable things.

Before I was defeated by the huge drill head that fell down, the dark background scene I had observed was broken. When I realized my existence again, I had returned to the underground hall. Everything in front of me seemed to be the moment before I walked consciously, and all the scenes I had recognized were solidified. However, I knew very well that both me and the file had already happened irreparably and thoroughly. , Runaway and chaotic inner changes.

I felt sick for a while, as if I was stuffed into an extremely narrow space where I could n’t even stretch my limbs, I was forced to curl my body, and my facial features were all blocked. However, from a human point of view, I can still See with your eyes, smell with your nose, taste with your tongue, listen with your ears, feel with your skin, understand and imagine with your mind, and discern with your heart, as if everything is still no different from the past. Only the narrow and squeezed feeling reverberates in my senses every moment, and the cage that squeezes me is an invisible phantom that can only be felt but not touched.

I haven't been able to free myself from the terrible scenes, feelings, thoughts and imaginations before. I can't even think about whether I am myself or what I mean by "self". The only standard by which I can measure my own existence is no longer any kind of philosophical thinking, but my recognition of the name "Gaochuan" and the responsibilities attached to it. "Gaochuan" is my past, my present, my future, I deeply feel that if I can't be firm on this point, then the meaning of self-existence will lose its foundation, and my knowledge of myself will also No longer exists, although it does not mean death, but in the sense that I can understand, it is not much different from death.

I feel like a piece of porcelain that has been broken, forcibly patched together, stitched from the inside, forcibly squeezed or pulled out of shape. My fragility can no longer be measured by the fragility of will or materiality, but this fragility is extremely real to me.

Unexpectedly, it would become such a point. I can't anticipate this situation, but did "Jiang" and "Virus" anticipate? I think that the "third party" involved in this doomsday illusion is not known to "virus" and "Jiang"? I do n’t know, but judging from what has happened, the impact is there, and it ’s so profound that it proves my judgment of the torchlight ’s deviation ritual in an indisputable way-this The result of the ceremony is definitely not a good result.

The file is right in front of me. However, I ca n’t feel her existence anymore ~ ​​www.readwn.com ~ Even if her body is still intact, she still has all the vital characteristics including breathing and heartbeat, but this This biological proof is no longer a proof that the file is still alive. The death of the file is more terrifying than Billy's death.

Although the file looks like a so-called vegetative at this time, and seems to be similar to those destroyed by the impact of the repeater collision, but I know that the file is more serious than the two, than any A death I know is irreparable. I tried to kill her before, just to prevent her from becoming a ritual sacrifice, at least not to be an unrecoverable death, but I failed.

This is a complete failure.

The file still became the sacrifice of the deviation ceremony. I don't know if there is another opportunity for her to be resurrected if her plan is really successful.

Moreover, I am pretty sure that the changes that have taken place on the file are not over. The super-scale, unimaginable and indescribable mystery can only be described by the cold and weirdness of greatness. The impact on the file is definitely not limited to the level of ideology. Even now, even when the file is completely melted by the chaos, the terrible influence will still use the shape of the "file" as a port to radiate outward.

And I am not sure how to end this radiation-completely erasing the material form of the file is not something I can do, but just killing her biologically, it is absolutely impossible to end all this.

The progress of the deviation ceremony will be greatly improved by the sacrifice of the file.

"This is really troublesome." I think, for today's sake, only "jiang" or "virus" can solve it. However, I can't feel the existence of "Jiang" as if it sinks into the bottom of the abyss again.