The vast plain was not far ahead, and it was slanted down in a round arc.
For the first time, the flat world formed by the endless horizon showed some noticeable changes in front of Jason.
When he came to the front of the slope and looked down, he saw the undulating hills, like frozen waves.
Without thinking or choosing, Jason walked down the slope.
His mind, which had almost forgotten himself, had already forgotten about the matter of stepping on the walking stick. He also did not think about the clues behind its appearance. Only the words engraved on the walking stick remained in the world that he saw after the appearance of the words faded away…
Not long after, the movement carried by his feet became more and more illusory in front of Jason's eyes. It was like a holographic image in front of him. It happened without any reason, and it continued and continued…until it became something that had nothing to do with him.
However, what Jason really found unbelievable was not this "unrelated"…It was because he had never noticed the "unrelated" that seemed to have always been the case and could only be the case at this moment…
It was a summer afternoon. On the way to the school swimming pool, the outlines of the parasol trees on both sides of the sidewalk formed a dancing curve not far from the ground…
"Isn't this the campus that I'm very familiar with? Why do I feel a sense of complete unfamiliarity…"
Jason, who was walking and chatting with his classmates, couldn't help but feel a little surprised by the strange feeling that arose spontaneously from this glance. However, in the endless flow of reality, this strange feeling quickly flowed past. At that time, it didn't attract any attention. It quickly drifted into the depths of his memory silently like all the subtle thoughts in time and disappeared very quickly. It was as if they had returned to the time before they appeared out of thin air, as if there had never been a trace of them…
However, at this moment, that fleeting feeling suddenly reappeared with a strange feeling, and it automatically came up with an explanation that would have been considered madness under normal circumstances. The former had happened because of today's incident…
The sense of strangeness at that time and the sense of irresponsibility at this moment automatically merged together as soon as they met, becoming the same thing. Looking from there, Jason realized that the thing was connected to a certain base that had always been there but had never been noticed. With a glance, the past belief in the so-called " reality " gradually shifted from the back to the front of the stage, becoming abrupt and even absurd.
As an unprecedented feeling was vaguely activated, the so-called 'reality' was actually…It seemed to be the general term for everything that he had to be in his heart. However, as his subconscious belief in reality wavered, reality began to become less realistic…
Oh right, they didn't seem to have said that they were…Reality…
However, he didn't know why he believed it…
With a single thought, all of the 'reality' in front of him began to transform into one in some kind of hidden movement…Boundless, endless…sleep-talking…
What could be more unbelievable than this?
The opening and closing of the mouth created a series of air vibrations, which triggered the consciousness of the speaker and the listener. They each thought that they had said or heard something 'meaning', and thus, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were born.
But physically, it was just the air vibrating in a flash.
If the fundamental particles were building blocks, when the building blocks were built in this way, people would think that something had happened. When the building blocks were built in another way, people would think that something else had happened. The change in the building method-sometimes even without changing-would trigger endless thoughts of right and wrong. Good, bad, success, failure; Joy, sadness, love, separation; Alive, dead…
And all those fundamental particles were still those fundamental particles. As the entirety of matter, nothing had changed, and it was impossible to change.
However, sleep-talking was just sleep-talking. If it was given a reason, it would continue to dream without any reason.
Jason couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this. However, the laughter was only heard by him as a vibration in the air. It had lost all " meaning ".
"Did the panic when we first arrived at the wilderness stem from a survival instinct?”
The walking under his feet was becoming more and more irrelevant to him, so he could divert his attention to think about other things. However, Jason was not really thinking about these problems. He just wanted to keep his mind so that it could become the last focus of his " mind."
However, for some reason, even the language that his thoughts relied on seemed a little far-fetched. It was as if there was no real connection between the language and the things it described. He even felt that this had always been the case, but he never knew it…
It was very strange. Why would he use such a specious thing without thinking in the past?
When all the witnesses disappeared, the authenticity of the language began to falter. Was it due to some kind of real knowledge? Or did it happen to serve as proof?
But... If there was no language, what would be left in the mind?
The truth?
Proof?
Which was more real?
Or which was the real 'reality'?...
Jason suddenly felt that he was facing a big, omnipresent, boundless, and all-encompassing net. What was even more magical was that it seemed that as long as he made any action, whether it was visible on the outside or invisible in his heart, it would trigger this big net. Once it was triggered, it would be activated in full to deal with the most minute details of the action, so that even the smallest part of the action could be completely verified. This made everything seem so real at all times.
Therefore, it did not even need to make a single move to completely envelop people within it, not leaving a single trace behind, and making people completely unaware of its existence…
This was the first time Jason had ever felt this huge net that he had been trapped in but had never seen before.
Time seemed to have disappeared, because even it seemed to be a matter of this net…
What wasn't in the net?
It didn't seem like it…
What was feeling it now?
With that thought, the giant net disappeared from his perception in an instant, and what disappeared with it seemed to be...
Jason couldn't put his finger on it, but when he snapped back to his senses, he realized that his mind had arrived at a place he had never set foot in before. He felt like he was in a dream. At this moment, it was like the boundary between life and death, the origin of time and space, the end of the disappearance of all things, and the starting point of everything…
Jason's pupils had suddenly become empty…
Neon lights flashed in the air. The stainless steel seats on the floor were spotless and shiny as new. On the electronic bus stop, the advertisement was played over and over again. The cute expressions of the beautiful women in the film were repeated over and over again…
A beautiful station appeared behind the hill, like an artistic set in a crystal ball, exquisite and exquisite.
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