Deep Sea Embers

History books say that the "mad poet" Pullman who lived hundreds of years ago was a man who came into contact with taboo truths but was lucky enough to survive.

There are also legends that this crazy poet often fell into dreams, and said that he traveled through time and space in his dreams and visited various bizarre realms.

This mad poet has left countless chapters that astonished future generations. His literary talent was outstanding. Even in the early stages of his career, those elegant and profound poems had conquered even the harshest critics in the city-state. However, in his At the end of his short life, the poems he left began to gradually change - the words increasingly described weird and grotesque things, full of disturbing metaphors and almost prophetic madman language, and he kept writing He wanted to tell the world something that did not exist in the real world, and was even close to blasphemy, and thus turned into a madman who is embarrassing and fearful.

Those who once admired him left him, and those who once admired him gradually regarded him as a dangerous person. The administrators of the church tried to contact him, but they were unable to find any substantial or contaminated words in the words he left behind. and blasphemous power of information.

The final ending of this genius but crazy poet is another mystery in the eyes of the world - people say that he was imprisoned by the church, and finally died quietly in a lunatic asylum on an isolated island. Others swear that he has been alive. Down and even lived until a winter in 1842, these people insisted that they saw the poet that year: He was standing on the famous sea cliff in Frost, exactly like the portrait left in the book, with his hands in his hands. A "caregiver" who claimed to have taken care of Pullman in the last few years of the "mad poet's" life and witnessed the poor man's final outcome recorded this in his autobiography:

Pullman was eventually lost in his bizarre dreams - the poet traveled in each of his dreams, and drew experience from the dreams to transform them into his gorgeous and strange poems. He finally Immersed in a dream so far away that he didn't want to wake up, the poet disappeared into his bed on a sunny morning, leaving only a small poem on the bedside table.

Fanna walked forward and came to the place where the crazy man last disappeared. She bent down and picked up the crumpled paper and pencil tip before they were blown away by the wind.

She frowned, looking a little confused. Then she opened the paper and looked at the sentence recorded on it in a daze. "I saw it. The sun had retreated. In the night, everything fell into silence. The ship came from the sky." , the stars are like a curtain,

Give the world eternal sleep In silence, in silence, in sleep, sleep, the dead embrace the dead world

The wind and sand rolled up, and the paper clattered. Fanna suddenly heard a voice coming from her ear. It was the voice of the crazy man who had just disappeared. However, only the voice came, and his figure was not visible around him: "Look, look, Did you see it? The scene I saw was so beautiful. The curtain rose from the end of the sea and was reflected in the whole world."

Fanna looked at the direction where the sound came from. There was only swirling sand and dust, being carried around by the disorderly wind. Her brows were furrowed tightly and her voice was slightly hoarse: "Are you trapped here too?"

The voice didn't pay attention to her questions. He just muttered to himself and said some inaudible words to himself. After a while, his voice became clear again - 'I've been talking to myself. Being chased, they chased me, like vicious dogs smelling blood. I fell into all kinds of places. In every dream, there was always a crack for me to hide from. Hey, I finally got tired, and it was no big deal to let them catch up. So I was eaten by the vicious dog called truth, so I saw distant things, so I came here."

Fanna frowned and listened to the other person's seemingly crazy talk to himself. She realized that communicating with the other person seemed to be a bit difficult, but she couldn't help but ask again: "Do you know how to get out of here?"

"No, no, no, you can't leave, my friend," the voice said immediately, but it was followed by gibberish that could not understand the situation. "I am in the basement. Those people in robes said that this is a safe place. Iron The cage can lock up my spirit and prevent them from running out of my body in dreams. The brazier can scare away the shadows that gather around me due to the smell, so that I won’t be eaten clean by something while sleeping.

A series of vague noises were mixed in the wind and sand. The voice was blurred for a few seconds and suddenly became clear again: "Hey, you know, you know, many years later, I will be dead by then. Many years later, a girl will also be imprisoned. In a similar cage, but the technology was much more mature at that time, she walked out of the basement alive.

"Ah, poor girl, I saw her crowned, and I saw her beheaded by those who crowned her. I am hesitating whether to write this incident into my poem. No, no, no, The people in robes asked me not to write down the things I saw in my dreams in my poems. They said that this would allow me to establish more and more connections with things outside the real dimension, which would make it difficult for me to write. There is not much left, I have to leave these precious sentences for more important things

"Listen! Someone is knocking on the railing, and there is a sound of keys clanking, jingle, jingle, jingle. The guards are here. They have to make sure I'm still in the cage.

Just at this moment, the wind and sand rolled up, and Fanna heard the familiar "ding-ding-ding" sound again.

And that crazy voice is still talking to itself: "But am I here? They will see me lying quietly on the bed,

But I'm not there, not in that skin, I'm here, in this place full of ashes. What are you doing here?

"It's time for you to go. You don't belong here. Your road is still ahead of you. Give me my poems and my pencils. Those are my things. They shouldn't be held in the hands of others. They will hurt you." dragged deeper

Vanna subconsciously let go of the paper and pen in her hand, only to see them turn into yellow sand in the wind in the blink of an eye, swirling and disappearing into the air.

"Which way should I go?" she asked the voice blankly, "I can't remember where I came from, and I don't know where I should go. How can I leave this city?"

"Where? You can't go anywhere," the voice said. He seemed to be moving away quickly, and the voice became increasingly blurry and fainter. "Here is infinite, shutting itself in a closed-loop dream. I just saw the city. Outside is the desert, outside the desert is the city, you can't get out, the further you go outside, the sinker you get. But it's time for me to go, it's time for me to go, aha, I woke up again

The sound finally disappeared completely, disappearing into the increasingly chaotic wind and sand.

Fanna stood there blankly. In the vast night, countless lights illuminated this forgotten and ruined city. Her figure seemed to gradually merge with the lights. In the lights, she saw broken The shadows of carriages and horses vaguely appeared on the road, bright shop windows appeared on the collapsed buildings, and the sound of music came from the distance, gradually covering the sound of the howling cold wind - and the sound of the fine wounds on the arms came from The tingling sensation is turning into a gentle touch.

She slowly closed her eyes, as if she was about to fall asleep in this bustling and warm world. But the next second, her eyes suddenly opened again.

Invisibly, as if something was broken, her will suddenly woke up from this slow but irresistible sinking. The phantoms that emerged in the lights faded, and then she felt the biting feeling in the desert at night. The cold wind blew across his cheeks, and there were sharp stings from the countless small wounds on his arms.

But she smiled - pain is a good thing, pain is real.

She did not belong to this place. Although she could not remember her name or where she came from, she knew that she had to remember one thing: she did not belong to this place.

Only in this way will you not be "dissolved" here

And in this moment of clarity, Vanna realized another thing at the same time: she had to find her own "anchor."

She must quickly figure out who she is and where she comes from.

She seemed to have gradually recalled some things and understood the nature of this endless desert. She realized that she seemed to be trapped in a strange world dominated by "forgetfulness", and the only way to leave here was to fight " Forget”.

She no longer blindly walked "outside the city". After knowing the "infinity" of this city, she realized that simply breaking out could not really leave here. There should be other ways to leave here.

She stopped at the dimly lit intersection, letting the wind and sand blow and corrode her body. She let her mind gradually calm down and tried to find a way out with her thinking and perception.

She remembered the information she saw and heard in the wind and sand - the words, conversations and relics that seemed to correspond to various "times" and "events". Those things seemed to be all kinds of things in this forgotten desert. Various "anchors".

She should also have her own anchor, something that can prove that she once existed somewhere, in someone's memory, and in the world.

She half-closed her eyes, and after an unknown amount of time, a slight throbbing finally emerged in her heart.

In this boundless desert, she finally found a ripple related to herself. Vanna suddenly opened her eyes and saw a broken piece of paper flying past her eyes. She grabbed it suddenly and saw the paper clearly. The writing on the piece:

The border exploration fleet once again carried out the "cross-border" operation. The Lost Home and the Brilliant Star have crossed the six-nautical-mile border to search for the end of the world.

At the same time, she heard a familiar voice talking in her ear. The voice was intermittent, like a vague moment in history. "Is there any special message?"

"A briefing from the Church of the Deep Sea

"They'll be fine, don't worry so much, Heidi

"Because of the powerful captain?"

"Because your father

"Father, and Vanna, they are doing a great thing

Vanna's eyes suddenly opened wide, as if her heart had learned to beat again. In a sudden awakening like a rebirth, she recalled her name and "Captain of the Lost Home?"

She looked at the piece of paper in her hand and muttered to herself.

Then, a wisp of green flame appeared at the edge of her vision, and a familiar and majestic voice appeared behind her almost immediately:

"I am here."