When Anle opened her eyes again.

In front of you is a completely unfamiliar world.

‘The mediator…’

Anle was slightly silent. From the taboo knowledge he had read, he could probably guess the reason why the psychic disappeared.

【Divine is an extremely practical and extraordinary ability.】

[Even if it is just a false star, it can guide people to find the future path.]

【But equally, this is also a taboo method.】

[The more mysterious divination is, once the results are explained in detail, the more severe the backlash the diviner will suffer.]

【It is said that in ancient times, there were powerful people who told the methods of resolving disasters at the cost of life.】

[This type of person is called a prophet.]

[Their dissipated souls will have a good destination, right?]

After a little bit of emotion, Anle knew that she could not let down the help of the psychics.

He began to observe the surroundings.

Unlike the dream just now, the dream scene in the dream is completely chaotic, entangled color blocks, just like a primary school student holding a box of watercolor pens and randomly smearing and painting on paper.

Filled with light and monsters.

It’s like the impression people leave after waking up from their dreams.

Anle attempted to "stretch out his hand", but was shocked to find that now... he doesn't even have a hand?

The whole body was like a hazy ball of light without limbs.

‘This is a dream in a dream?’

Relax searches for the taboo knowledge about it in your mind.

【Dream in Dream.】

[In legend, dreaming in a dream can reach that mysterious state.]

[The essence of dreams in dreams is no longer a dream, but a more mysterious and deeper existence.]

[It does not exist in reality, nor in spirit, and may be located in a place that humans will never find.]

[The vast majority of people who have entered dreams have gone crazy.]

[Maybe it is because they see...a more real self?]

This piece of knowledge does not seem to be seen from a book, but it automatically grows out of Anle's mind.

‘A more authentic self?’

When I chew the word "Happy" and I vaguely feel that there is a great secret hidden in it.

He tried a little and found that this time, consciousness could not return to the church.

It's like dreams are not within the church's service area.

Anle was not surprised, but started to act.

He tried hard to drive the light ball forward, and the scene around him changed immediately, presenting some blurry pictures, as if they were separated by a layer of water mist.

At first, it was a loud baby cry.

Above head is the operating room light, and doctors and nurses surround a woman.

Anle thought: ‘This is… the scene when I was born?’

His appearance also turned into a small baby, held in his arms by a nurse.

"Born! Born!"

"Congratulations, it's a fat boy, and the mother and son are safe."

The nurse reported good news to the man at the door, and he laughed heartily as a father for the first time.

But... whether it was the nurses, the mothers on the operating table, or the fathers at the door, their faces were blurred, as if they were mosaiced.

An uncompromising sense of incongruity surges into the happy heart.

It was clearly a beautiful and peaceful scene, but it always made him feel abnormal.

The scene around me has changed again.

The children crawled on the simple but warm little bed, but they just retreated backwards, making their parents laugh happily.

Then, learn to walk and learn to speak.

Afterwards, the boy started to go to kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school...

Time passes, and time passes.

My father made some money, and the family's conditions gradually improved, and the house he lived in changed from a low bungalow to a tidy commercial house.

However, the relationship between husband and wife is gradually becoming cold, and quarrels and cold wars occur from time to time.

When a teenager grows up in this environment, although he tries to persuade him, he is often dealt with by "no matters about adults and children".

In the end, the couple divorced and the teenager was distributed to his mother.

Anle is like a bystander, witnessing these things that have happened in his memory.

But at this time, the sense of incongruity became stronger and stronger.

He even raised suspicion...Is this really my memory?

The picture is still flowing rapidly, like the pace of time, and will not stop because of anyone.

Finally, the changes in the scene have arrived at an important node in a peaceful life.

That year, the boy walked among the crowd, standing like a minion.

He was just wandering aimlessly to temporarily get rid of his unique troubles when he was a teenager.

As he walked, the boy came to the remote and deserted path, and then... he saw darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a place that looked like a laboratory and a cell.

Anle: "…Hmm?"

From here on, the picture showed changes that he did not expect.

Stuck and stopped.

Exceptional lag.

It’s like a video loading in a bad signal, one by one, and the words “in cache” are displayed with a rotating arrow and the words “in cache”.

From time to time, it was like an old radio, and there was a "rustling" sound of electric current.

Even occasionally, in the images that Anle sees, a large number of disorderly color blocks suddenly flash, colorful and dazzling, making him unable to see the things behind the color blocks.

‘Is this… broken?’

For some reason, Anle was a little irritated.

The chest felt like it was filled with emotions that were difficult to vent.

Because Anle suddenly felt that the self in these memories was so familiar and... so strange!

‘Is he really me?’

‘But he is not me, then who am I…?’

The chaotic thoughts were like a storm sweeping through his mind.

‘A more authentic self…a more authentic self…’

Anle murmured in confusion.

This murmur seemed to echo directly in his brain, deep in the soul, and it was like knocking on a door to awaken the existence inside the door.

Hesit—sharp—

An abnormal electric current sound rang one after another, like a black and white snowflake screen flashing on an old TV.

The frequency of disordered color blocks appears is getting higher and higher, occupying almost everything in front of you.

That color, unlike any color Anle has seen, may be described as "colorful black" and "colorful white", but despite this, it is absolutely inaccurate. Language appears pale and powerless in front of it. If you really want to say it, it is what is called-

indescribable.

Then, everything began to collapse.

Whether it is the colorful colors or the scene hidden behind the color blocks, it collapses and shatters like building blocks.

After that, the...

It is a deep darkness that cannot be described in words.

Extreme, pure, boundless black.
To be continued...