Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 830

[Chapter 811 The end of the wind and sand]

History books say that the “mad poet” Puman who lived hundreds of years ago was a man who came into contact with forbidden truths but survived by chance. There are also legends that this crazy poet often fell into dreams and recounted to himself He has traveled through time and space in dreams and visited various bizarre realms.

This mad poet has left countless chapters that astonished future generations. His literary talent was outstanding. Even in the early stages of his career, those elegant and profound poems also conquered even the harshest critics in the city-state. However, in his At the end of his short life, the poems he left began to gradually change – the words increasingly described weird and grotesque things, full of disturbing metaphors and almost prophetic madman’s ravings, he kept thinking. To tell the world some things that do not exist in the real world and are even close to blasphemy, Jing has thus turned into a madman who is embarrassing and frightening.

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. Read the message of strength with me.

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. Others swear that he survived. , 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 the same as the portrait left in the book, with a hand in his hand. Hold 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 was finally lost in his Bizarre dreams – the poet wandered in each of his dreams, and drew experience from the dreams to transform his gorgeous and strange poems. He finally sank into a place so far away that he did not want to wake up. In a dream, one sunny morning, the poet disappeared into his bed, 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, and then she opened the paper and looked at the sentence recorded on it in a daze:

“…I saw that the sun had retreated, and in the night, everything fell into silence. …The bear ship comes from the sky, and the stars are like a curtain, giving the world eternal sleep…In silence, in silence, in sleep, sleep, the dead embrace The dead world…

The wind and sand rolled up, and the papers rattled. Vanna suddenly heard a voice coming from her ears. It was the voice of the crazy man who had just disappeared. However, only the voice came. He was

nowhere

to be seen: “Look, look, have you seen it? The scene I saw… is so beautiful. The curtain rises from the end of the sea, reflecting in the whole world…

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

That one ?

The voice ignored her questions and just muttered to himself, muttering something inaudible. After a while, his voice became clear again –

“I have been chased. They chase me like vicious dogs that smell blood… I fall into all kinds of places. In every dream, there is always a gap for me to escape. Hey, I am finally tired. It’s no big deal if they catch up… So I was eaten by the vicious dog called truth, then I saw distant things, so I got here…

Vanna frowned Listening 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 then it was followed by nonsense words that could not understand the situation, “…I am in the basement, and those people in robes said This is a safe place. The iron cage can lock up my spirits to prevent them from escaping from my body in dreams. The brazier can scare away the shadows that gather around me due to the smell, so that I will not be disturbed when I sleep. What to eat…

A series of vague noises were mixed in the wind and sand. The voice was blurry for a few seconds, and suddenly became clear again: “…Hey, you know, you know, many years later. …I was already dead at that time. Many years later, a girl 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 being shaken, and then saw her being beheaded by those who were shaking her… I am hesitating whether to include this incident in my poem… ….No, no, still no. The people in robes asked me not to write 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. Contact, this is not good… There is not much I can write, I have to leave these precious sentences to more important things…

“Listen! Someone is knocking on the railing, and there is The sound of keys clinking… jingle, jingle, jingle… The guards are coming, they have to make sure I’m still in the cage…

Just at this moment, the wind and sand blow up, Fanna I 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 gray place… What are you doing here?

“It’s time for you to go, you don’t belong here, your road is still ahead… Give me my poem, and me Pencils, those are my things, they should not be held in other people’s hands… They will 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 blankly, “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, and the voice became more and more blurred and fainter. “This is infinite… He shut himself in a closed-loop dream, I just saw that outside the city is the desert, and outside the desert is the city. You can’t get out, and the further you go outside, the deeper you sink… But it’s time for me to go, it’s time for me to go, aha, I woke up again. …..

The voice 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 abandoned city. Her figure seemed to gradually merge with the light. In the light, she saw the shadows of carriages and horses vaguely appearing on the broken road, bright display windows appearing on the collapsed buildings, and the sound of music came from the distance. The sound of the howling cold wind gradually covered up – and the stinging pain from the fine wounds on her arms was turning into a gentle touch.

She slowly closed her eyes, as if she was about to sleep 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, and the phantoms emerged in the light. It subsided, and then she felt the biting cold wind in the desert at night blowing across her cheeks, and there were sharp stings from the countless small wounds on her arms.

She smiled – pain is a good thing, pain is. Real.

She does not belong to this place. Although she cannot remember her name or where she comes from, she knows that she must remember one thing: she does not belong to this place.

Only in this way will she not be “dissolved~”.

And in this moment of clarity, Fanna also realized another thing: she must find her “anchor”.

She must figure out who she is as soon as possible, Understand where she came from.

She seemed to have gradually recalled some things and understood the nature of this endless desert. She realized that she seemed to have fallen into a strange world dominated by “forgetfulness” and left here. The only way is to fight against “forgetfulness”.

She no longer blindly walked “outside the city”. After knowing the “infinity” of this city, she realized that she could not truly leave this place by simply breaking out. Leaving this place would be another way. There are other ways.

She stopped at the dimly lit intersection, letting the wind and sand blow away at her body. She let her mind gradually calm down, and tried to find a way out with her thinking and perception.

She remembered those moments in the wind and sand. The information she saw and heard – those words, conversations and relics that seemed to correspond to various “times” and “events”.

Those

things seemed to be various “anchors” in this forgotten desert.

She should also have her own anchor point, something that can prove that she once existed somewhere, in someone’s memory, in… the world.

She half-closed her eyes, and she didn’t know. After a while, 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 passing in front of her eyes. Flying by.

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

“…The Border Exploration Fleet once again carried out the ‘cross-border operation, the Lost Home and the Brilliant Star have crossed the Six Seas border… …Go 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?

“…briefing from the Church of the Deep Sea…

“They will be safe, don’t worry, Heidi…

“Because the powerful captain ?”

“Because your father…

“Father, and Fanna, they are doing a great thing…

Fan’s eyes suddenly opened wide, as if his 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 murmured to herself.

Then, there was a hint of faintness. Green flames appeared at the edge of her vision, and a familiar and majestic voice appeared behind her almost immediately:

“I’m here. “