In the starlight, the only living being on the vast plains kept repeating the same action. Gradually, he changed his trajectory.
However, before Jason could confirm this, he held his breath and carefully observed the surrounding reference objects…
It worked. He could feel his body drifting downwards at a very low speed.
The hope that he didn't care about grew, and he accelerated his breathing.
As he floated, he would occasionally look back to check the distance between him and the ground.
However, just as the ground was so close that he could touch it, an invisible repulsive force gently lifted his body, and he slowly flew up again.
What kind of joke was this?
He tried a few more times, and when he was the closest, he could reach the tip of the grass, but he couldn't go any further.
Jason was both disappointed and glad about this result.
Strange, why would he be glad?
Could it be that the earth and the world above it led to a stage for fun, a feast of desire, and an abyss that devoured souls? And the depths of the starry sky lead to eternal silence and the origin of all things
Jason stopped his landing attempt and allowed his body to float into the sky again.
He didn't need to rely on external objects to have fun like in the past. The freedom under weightlessness was extremely interesting.
Jason had already started to understand how to control his body to float in a weightless state. He slowly adjusted his posture and increased the strength of his breath, gradually accelerating toward Xingyu.
After a while, the thought of accelerating dissipated. Why did he have to be so tired? This speed was enough. He could just float wherever he wanted, just like a…untied boat…
" Untied Boat." This image seemed to have magic, and the other thoughts instantly calmed down.
He gently exhaled the last breath of air that he had just inhaled, allowing himself to slowly drift upwards.
Soon, the last ripple in his heart disappeared, leaving only his body under the vast sky, carrying a little spiritual light, like a lonely boat, drifting slowly towards the sea of stars…
Under the stars, the floating spiritual light seemed to be unable to grasp any form of image anymore. Even the seemingly innate connection between the heart and the body was gradually dissipating…
In the depths of his mind, a subtle disturbance that had always been concealed by his chaotic thoughts, like the shadow cast by some unknown memory, began to appear, and it seemed to have a pull on his body.
In the state where all external forces had disappeared, his body was slowly guiding every nerve and muscle along with a ghostly mark that was thinner than air…
After an unknown period of time, his body turned from the original relaxed posture into an S-shaped curl. His hands were crossed and retracted to his chest…
The back door of the classroom was open, which made Jason, who was secretly flipping through his books under the table, even more nervous. In addition to being wary of the invigilators patrolling the classroom, he also had to pay attention to any accidents in the corridor outside.
The weather was already quite hot, but Jason was completely unaware. The sweat on his palms was still cold…
Was this a memory?
Images, emotions, feelings…all of them were so real.
But why did it look so unfamiliar?
Did it come from reality or a dream?
Humans didn't know what would happen tomorrow. Could it be that they didn't even know what they remembered?
But the truth was clear.
The memory that came to him suddenly seemed so clear at this moment. Jason felt as if he had returned to the tense atmosphere before the college entrance examination…
That's right, that was the scene that appeared in the dream…
No, it was not a dream, but a series of dreams. They appeared intermittently over a long period of time, and the next scene was completely connected to the previous scene when it appeared again after an uncertain period of time…
As more memories surfaced, it was no longer appropriate to say that those were dreams, because it was more like another life, but it was completely forgotten when he was awake…
Eh?
In that life, there were times when he could fly.
After school, the metasequoia outside the window was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, looking like an oil painting.
He climbed onto the windowsill and lightly leaped into the air. However, he was not very comfortable. He flew over the field unsteadily and occasionally dived.
His heart was hanging, but that feeling was indescribable. It was so carefree that it made people tremble. Even the hairs on his body could not help but stand on end. Even if he was only thinking about it now, his heart could not help but tremble…
While he was wandering between the memories of reality and dreams, suddenly, the " sense of reality " that had always made Jason think that he was in the real world, which had surrounded him without any gaps, broke apart without any warning. It was as untraceable as when it came…
Reality and the sense of reality, which were originally one and inseparable, now seemed so distinct.
Without the sense of reality, the so-called reality immediately returned to an image that had nothing to do with reality. However…
Images…
At the same time," dream " and " reality ", which had never intersected, seemed to have intersected at the end of his vision…
Looking back from the intersection, he saw that under the two unrelated tracks of " dream " and " reality," there was another track that had never been discovered. The first two were actually laid on this track. If one had to give this track a name, it would be " reality ", or…to simplify it into two words," thought ".
With " thought "," reality " was treated as " reality " being true, and thus, it became reality as reality. With the word " thought," the " dream " was also real, so it became a dream as a dream.
It was just that in the dream, this " thought " was still there, and the " reality " there was also treated as the " reality " at that time, so it became the reality of the dream...
However, at this moment, when this lonely soul floating in the Great Void could no longer find any evidence that could be obtained by the "thought" that it was used to, even the so-called "evidence" at that time did not seem to be real evidence at this time. It was only with the "thought" that everything that did not matter whether it was evidence or not became "evidence". And the "thought" was also strengthened by the fact that it was actually looking for it according to the map, but it thought that it was objective evidence. The "certainty" that was gradually formed eventually made people completely become its slaves…The "thought" was only itself, so abrupt and absurd…
Was there anything that could bear witness to it, that could give it the ultimate confirmation?...
However, everything seemed to be laid on this track, and it could only be laid on this track.
When it appeared, everything else that seemed complicated instantly returned to the original point that had always been invisible and traceless. It was the only orbit, and there was nothing else besides it…
Therefore, it was no longer important what kind of images appeared. As long as there was a place where one 'thought' happened, any image could become 'reality'…
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