Chapter 812 The End of the Sandstorm

History books say that the "mad poet" Pullman who lived hundreds of years ago was a man who came into contact with forbidden truths but survived by luck. There are also legends that this crazy poet often fell into dreams and said that he had been in Dreams travel through time and space, visiting various bizarre realms.

This mad poet has left countless chapters that astonished future generations. His literary talent was outstanding. Even in the early days 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 behind began to gradually change - the words increasingly described weird and grotesque things, filled with disturbing metaphors and almost prophetic madman ravings. 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 anything substantial or contaminated in the words he left behind. and a message of blasphemous power.

The final ending of this talented 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. Some people 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. Also holding a pen and paper to record verses.

A "caretaker" 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 finally got 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 piece of paper and looked at the sentences recorded on it in a daze -

"...I saw that the sun had retreated, and in the night, everything fell into silence...The ship came from the sky, and the stars were like a curtain, giving the world an eternal sleep...In silence, in silence, in silence Sleep, sleep, the dead embrace the dead world..."

The wind and sand rolled up, and the paper clattered. Vanna 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 he could not be seen around him: "Look, Look, have you seen it? The scene I saw... is so beautiful, the curtain rises from the end of the sea, reflected in the whole world..."

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

The voice ignored her questions and just mumbled to himself, talking to himself that was difficult to hear clearly. After a while, his voice became clear again——

"I've been chased, they chased me, like vicious dogs smelling blood... I fell into all kinds of places, and in every dream, there was always a crack for me to hide in. Hey, I Finally I 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, and those people in robes said that this is a safe place. In this place, the iron cage can lock up my spirits to prevent them from running out of my body in dreams. The brazier can scare away the shadows that gather after smelling the smell, so that I will not be disturbed by anything while sleeping. Eat clean..."

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 was dead by then, and many years later, a girl also She was locked in a similar cage, but the technology was much more mature at that time, and 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. , still not working, the people in robes asked me not to write down the things I saw in my dreams into poems. They said that this would allow me to establish more and more connections with things outside the real dimension, which was not good. …I don’t have much left to write, I have to leave these precious sentences for more important things…

"Listen! Someone is knocking on the railing, and there is the sound of keys clinking... jingle, jingle, jingle... the guards are here, they have to make sure I am 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 am not there, not in that skin, I am here, this is everywhere A place 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 should not be held in the hands of others... They'll drag you 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 in confusion, "I can't remember where I came from, and I don't know where I'm going... How can I leave this city?"

"Where? Nowhere," the voice said. He seemed to be moving away quickly. The voice became increasingly blurred and fainter. "This is infinite...He shut himself in a closed-loop dream. I just saw it." Here we are, outside the city is the desert, outside the desert is the city, we can’t get out, and the further we go outside, the more we sink... 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 - those words, conversations and relics that seemed to correspond to various "times" and "events". Those things seemed to be various 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, 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 endless desert, she finally found a ripple related to herself——

Fanna suddenly opened her eyes and saw a broken piece of paper flying past her eyes.

She grabbed it suddenly and saw clearly the writing on the piece of paper:

"...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... and are heading to the end of the world to find..."

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 news?"

"...Brief from the Deep Sea Church..."

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

"Because of the powerful captain?"

"Because your father..."

"Father, and Fanna, they are doing a great thing..."

Fanna'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——

"The Lost Home...captain?"

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."