"This means that time flows differently there. One had to understand that there was more than one way to make time pass.
The speed at which the entropies act on something varies from object to object. The same logic applies to our memories.
When a person died, the record of his existence would not disappear immediately. Some people remembered him, and some people observed and watched his life and death.
As long as these exist, memories…To be more precise, the records of their existence would not suddenly disappear, but only disappear into nothingness.
If the observer of death was not a person, but a place that resonated with people, such as those girls, then they would remain in people's hearts as an image, a lingering ghost, or something else even after death.
The only people who could accept this image were those who shared and preserved the memories of these ghosts, such as close friends and family.
Of course, there are people like Shiki and me.”Before continuing, Miss TKO lit another cigarette.
"Entropy works on memories too.
People would forget, and their memories would eventually disappear.
But on the roof of Fudge Tower, the entropies of these memories slowed, as if the building itself did not want to abandon them.
The time they were alive did not catch up with their current state. As a result, those memories and the images of those girls were still preserved in that place where time was bent and broken.”
Miss Bamboo seemed to have finished her explanation, which I suspect was even more puzzling than Shiki's final conclusion.
So what she meant was that when something died or was lost, as long as someone remembered it, that thing would not really disappear.
Remembering it was acknowledging its existence, and because of that, it would sometimes reappear.
This sounded like self-deception.
Well, Miss TKO might have been using the word " image " because it was an illusion, something that could not be real.
Amazingly, Shiki expressed his dissatisfaction so frankly that he felt an eternal urge to scratch his head.
"These explanations are enough. I'm really worried about her. My knife proved my point, but if a mage really used a projection, then this would never end.”
Another solid form glanced at me. "I'm tired of being Mikiya's guardian, thank you very much.”
"I completely agree, Shiki. I'll solve the problem with Kiriefuj, so you can take kokut home
Wait, he still has five hours to clock in, so you might want to sleep. You can use that place."
Ms. Tko pointed to a spot on the floor that looked like it hadn't been cleaned for at least half a year. There were papers scattered on it like a dirty stove.
Shiki naturally ignored her. "So, what is she?"
Shiki asked Miss Zi.
The mage walked to the window and stared out. He could not hear her footsteps, and there was still a cigarette in his mouth.
There is no light in this room, at least no electric light. All the light came from outside. In some areas of the building, the sun could not shine on these areas. It was very difficult to know the time.
In contrast, the scenery outside was clear as morning, or perhaps somewhere near noon.
Miss Ke silently gazed at the panoramic view bathed in the sun. "In the past, you could say that she could fly.”
She blew out a cloud of smoke that was no different from the white sunlight.
From where I stood, she looked like some kind of mirage against the sun and smoke.
"What do you associate with high places, Cockut?
What did you think of?" This sudden question brought me back to focus.
The only thing I could think of was the moment I reached the top of Tokyo Tower.
I remember trying very hard to find my house, but in the end I couldn't find it among the many tall buildings I saw.
"Maybe it's something small?" "You've gone too far, Cockut."
Alright, I didn't think too much about it anyway.
I tried to think of something else.
"Well, I really can't think of anything special, but I do think the panoramic view is beautiful.
Just looking at the scenery here was irresistible.”
It was a more natural reaction, and she seemed to notice it, nodding in acknowledgment while still staring at the window.
Just like that, she continued speaking.
"The view from a chosen vantage point is always wonderful. Even the ordinary landscape would become special.
However, looking down at the world you live in will stimulate a different kind of impulse.
From such a condescending point of view, there was only one impulse.”
When the word " impulsive " came out of her mouth, she cut her words off. Impulse is not something that comes from reason or intelligence, not something that comes from within, but something that is triggered by external forces, even if you reject it.
It was like a murderous and destructive impulse.
So what was the destructive impulse seen from above?
"The important thing is how far everything is. If one's field of vision was too wide, the boundary between you and the world would become clear.”
People could only feel at ease in front of familiar things.
Even if there was an accurate map that told you your exact location, you would know that it was just information.
For us, the world is just something we understand and feel through experience.
The boundaries and connections between worlds, countries, and cities are only the structure of the mind, not our own feelings.
However, due to the wide field of vision, there was a gap in our understanding. You can feel a radius of ten meters, as well as the ten kilometers of space you are looking down at.
They are all the same world. You live in the same world, but the first world is more real.
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