The entire world had not changed at all, but at this moment, it was as if an unprecedented wonder had appeared in Jason's eyes. As he looked at it, he unconsciously slipped into an indescribable ecstasy. He inadvertently lowered his head and realized that this physical body that had always existed as a " body " could no longer prove that it was the original " body " in the absolute sense…
Upon closer inspection, he saw that the earth and the world that originally existed as reality-the reality that had never been reality-were completely dreamlike and ever-changing.
All the evidence that had been attached to the illusion to prove its authenticity, as well as the innate obsession that made this proof a necessity, had all dissipated.
Everything was completely different from what was seen on the surface. It was all part of that strange scene…
This spasm-like breathing was really like crying. This soul had been deceived, self-deceived, driven, enslaved, forced, suppressed, teased, confused…for too long, too long, too bitter…
At this moment, when the Mirror of Absolute no longer reflected the illusion and magnified it infinitely, it was possible for him to interact with the truth of existence for the first time.
The feeling was too unbelievable. Even the howling that penetrated his heart and lungs had become an unobstructed passage that led directly to the essence of existence.
The slow but violent convulsions gradually calmed down. The man with tears on his face slowly turned over and lay flat on his back, stretching his limbs…
In her tearful eyes, there seemed to be a faint light in the depths of the gray sky. Were they stars?
A gentle breeze swept over her body, like the sea water drowning her entire body, and even leaving a trace of coolness on her wet cheeks…
Soon, a gentle breeze swept across the entire world. All the hardness and edges disappeared, making people forget what night it was.
This was really good…
Had his eyes been closed? Why were there faint spots of light in the darkness when she was half-asleep?
The intoxicating feeling he had when he saw the surface of the lake glistening for the first time in his life woke up again.
How old was he then?
It was still the age when I was fascinated by the unexpected beautiful scenery. How many years has it been? It feels so far away.
But why was this memory so vivid? Just like in front of his eyes.
Was that really a trace of what had happened in this life?
For some reason, he felt a little uncertain about such a definite fact…
Wait a minute, the person in this memory was indeed a child with an age attribute, but this memory itself…why…did it not seem to have its own time scale? It was like a completely independent thing…
Without any markings, where did it come from?
Memories? Fantasy? A dream?
Or…
A relic left behind by a previous life?
Another light illusion struck his heart. He frowned and Jason was once again swept away by the pattering illusion, drifting with the flow…
"The Garden Route 3 bus will arrive in two minutes. Please get ready. I wish you a pleasant journey.”
A soft female voice came from the light box, calling back the soul that had drifted away. Jason slowly opened his eyes, and at the same time, his consciousness automatically restarted, trying to reorganize into the original mode in order to complete the understanding of this sentence, or rather, conditioned reflex.
However, the restart did not progress quickly. It seemed to be blocking the absolute realm that it had accidentally entered just now and returning to a completely closed track that had been constantly trapped and trained since its birth.
Although in the past, following the fully automatic and fully enclosed orbit was the most basic and unthinking instinct of " consciousness," at this moment, when he vaguely discovered a completely clear and completely exposed secret behind this instinct, which had become the highest secret that he had never seen before…It was as if an invisible door had slightly opened a crack, and some kind of weak and indescribable light seemed to be shining from behind the door. However, it was enough to shock Jason, who had just seen this light for the first time, to the point where he lost his mind. Even the instinct that he had always been born with was temporarily forgotten, and the restart became sluggish because of this…
Drizzle, drizzle…
The raindrops were fine and minute, and wherever they landed, there was no trace left.
Although the restart at the bottom of his consciousness was still progressing slowly and irreversibly, the sound of the restart in his mind became softer and softer in the face of this illusionary rain, until it almost completely disappeared…
Behind the rain, the sky gradually became clear…
One by one, more and more stars were revealed, arranged in a row, sparkling and translucent.
As a result, the drizzle in Jason's eyes seemed to gradually reveal its true colors-some kind of miracle that descended out of thin air…
Looking at the spotless starry sky behind the clear rain curtain, he was in a daze…
This scene was impossible, but it was too beautiful. That kind of beauty even highlighted the impossibility of this scene…
Soon, the difference between stars and raindrops seemed to have disappeared. The boundless sky was filled with countless specks of light that could not be distinguished whether they were floating or still. Silver, red, purple, blue, gold…
Soon, there was no longer any so-called " movement " or " stillness " in the entire scene…
Everything became everything itself, and not everything that it was…
Jason subconsciously tried to get close to the light spots in the sky as if there was a voice calling him.
However, as this thought came, he saw an additional arm appear in front of him. He was slightly stunned before he reacted. Jason could not help but laugh. So he wanted to reach out to realize this thought.
The infinite " light " and the " arm " that could only reach out a few inches away made the body seem so insignificant.
Or rather…It was more like a kind of imprisonment that could not be freed. What else could it mean other than being bound?
The soul it imprisoned was placed against the world and all the beautiful scenery, so that the prisoner could never return home…
What was that?
Go home?
At this moment, Jason felt dizzy when he thought of these two words.
The word "home" no longer evoked the image of love that belonged to the human world and condensed too much love and hate, but an indescribable yearning for the depths of the sky and the source of all things.
It was this life, this heart, and everything…and everything…The origin of true belonging…
He had never left this 'home', but because of the illusion mirror, he had been outside this' home 'for far too long, to the point that he no longer recognized this' home'…
In the midst of the illusion, all the tangible consciousness reactions were diluted and faded. Everything in front of him was no longer so conclusive…
Should he be afraid?
A faint throb flashed across his heart.
Logically speaking, it seemed so…
However, how could there be any "constant" here and now?
Besides, hadn't the taste of replacing fear already filled the boundless emptiness with joy?
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