As time passed, the already filled mind was filled with more information, and I wouldn't normally think of things being flipped out of the water. Countless contents rolled over like a lantern - that thin layer of gray matter tried to find something in the limited information storage to describe what was understood from this sound, thus creating the illusion of thoughts being like electricity.

This process is completely beyond the control of subjective consciousness, which is like standing in front of an open dam, watching everything that two souls know rush out.

The cross-linked neural network has chosen "scales" among countless words to describe the epidermis that rubs against subtle substances, which is the shell of fragments composed of unexplainable content, allowing for contact with the slightest concepts and enabling meaningful activity of lengthy subjects in space.

And the subject to which the 'scales' adhere extends far beyond the reach of consciousness, evolving from the known to the unknown in the depths of darkness.

The 'sound' of its movement is the peeling debris generated by the friction between the 'scales' and fine matter. When it leaves the body, it begins an uncontrollable decay, falling from the space of another concept it is in, towards the space that overlaps with it and can be perceived by humans. Eventually, it disintegrates into information suitable for existence in this world.

This kind of information continues to spread, like sound waves vibrating and emitting the final roar before annihilation. However, only souls beyond ordinary people can come into contact with this information in special circumstances, passively realizing the existence of the source before the poor water containing organic tissue protected by the hard calcium salt dome boils.

And now, this small and fortunate individual, made up of two souls mixed together by accident, has reached a subtle passing line in density due to the double increase without expansion, and has been able to "hear" unimaginable things from his two short and boring lives. He cannot describe it in human language, but can only define it as an indescribable existence that transcends his known reality.

On the edge of madness, he understood the meaning behind the stone pillar patterns he saw during the day - things that fell from higher levels, twisted and transformed in the process of falling, and came into this world.

And those who accept it cannot understand its true meaning, describing it with elements that exist in this world, describing it as a giant snake in the dark, winding endlessly, its body sinking into endless darkness.

Kraft rose and fell in his fantasies, everything around him far away, and he didn't even know if he was still standing by the window. Until a hand rested on his shoulder.

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Kraft, you didn't stand here all night, did you, Kraft

Vision returns in an instant, and under the rare sunlight, the pupil sphincter muscle contracts violently. In the feeling of weightlessness, Kraft found his stiff body rapidly leaning forward along the thrust coming from his left shoulder, and the white windowsill magnified in front of him at a terrifying speed.