"The seventh test passed." A cold and slightly joyful voice came from the earphones, followed by a burst of congratulations.

"It should be safe now."

"There is still hope."

"I'm really looking forward to it."

The faces of various members in the research hall were filled with joy, and several witches present were also talking quietly.

"Loran is getting more and more skilled."

"But I'm still a little worried." Unlike those researchers, as witches, they actually have a better understanding of the dangers in the depths of the Sea of ​​Ayaka.

"It's hard to dissuade her now. I can only pray silently."

After repeated verifications and experiments, the real plan began to be put on the agenda. Lorraine Hill was also thinking about what might happen after he left, and was sitting in advance to prepare.

Among the three crowns, except for the Star Crown, which she herself cannot fully control and transfer, the Moon Crown can be handed over to Vimiya as an agent, and the Sun Crown can be handed over to Keti to carry. Both of them are the same original as her, born with

It has extremely high affinity and carrying capacity for the crown.

"I don't want Lorraine to go." Keti held Lorraine Hill's arm, still a little reluctant to let go. She didn't know much about those complicated experiments, but she just instinctively felt worried and scared, fearing that Lorraine would never come back.

"Maybe wait a little longer? There may not be a better way in the future." Wei Miya also said the same.

"We can't wait any longer. There are many crises, not only the phantom of chaos, but also internal problems, and even threats from other civilizations hidden in the star sea."

"Today's large-scale actions of the earth's civilization are difficult to hide in the star sea and universe, and powerful civilizations can more or less sense them."

"We are standing in the light, and they are standing in the dark. There are too many unpredictable situations. If we don't cut through the mess quickly, time will drag on longer and longer, and by then it will be too late to do anything."

"Currently, the earth's civilization is still in the rising stage of just breaking out of the star system. All walks of life have the warmth of the dawn era, and everyone is united as one, but that may not be the case in the future. There have always been many stories of prosperity and decline, but now it is rare

Window period." Lorraine Hill shook his head.

"If you indulge in the warmth of the moment, you will lose the ability to cope with the cold wind in the future. It is the truth to try to build a warm house before winter comes."

"You are still so sober." Wei Miya looked at the silver-haired girl, not knowing whether to praise or pity her.

"This is not a character that can be cultivated in a greenhouse or a beautiful environment. You must have experienced a lot of hardships in the past."

"Before? I guess, but the memory of that time is a bit blurry." Lorraine Hill used her fingers to tidy up the hair beside her ears.

"It's time to set off. From now on Keti will be in charge of you."

"Oh, Lorraine." Keti hugged Lorraine Hill tightly, feeling very reluctant to let go.

"It's okay, I'll be back." Lorraine Hill comforted her, and then gently rubbed his forehead between Keti's warm hair.

A week later, the journey to explore the depths of the Sea of ​​Ajeka officially started.

In the early stage, with the assistance of several other witches, Lorraine Hill easily avoided the chaotic phantoms wandering in Aijekka, and went deeper step by step. When the witches who arrived with her could no longer support it, she asked the few witches who were with her to escape.

The companion returned, and then he continued to move deeper to the other shore.

"I have set a 'chain' on you. If it feels wrong or there is no response for a period of time, the 'door' will be opened and you will be forced to return." When they parted, the Lock Witch and the Door Witch were suspended in Roland.

In front of Hill, he was making his final announcement.

"Thanks."

Afterwards, the two witches waved their hands and gradually disappeared into the sea of ​​Aijaka.

Now, I am alone, Lorraine Hill thought silently in his heart, and then continued to delve deeper.

Away from all the sounds, colors, and touches of the world, Lorraine Hill felt like he had stepped into an eternally dark and quiet world.

All senses begin to fade away, and the world becomes extremely quiet.

It's so quiet that just the thoughts or memories passing through my mind begin to form some kind of hallucination.

It seems that the sounds in these memories are real and floating in my ears.

When all the fluctuations, perceptions, and ups and downs disappear, the various reveries, sounds, and thoughts in your heart become clearer and clearer.

This clarity gradually brought about a kind of fear, as if there were several different selves in my body. They were talking and talking about something, but if I listened carefully, I couldn't understand or record anything they said.

Everything started to look weird.

When I was a child, I was running on the street. The black and white TV made a buzzing sound when I turned the round button, and then slowly changed channels.

I was kicked to the ground, my nose hit the ground and I felt dizzy and painful.

The figures spoke in vague and inaudible words, and blood flowed from their noses and soaked from between their lips.

Even in such a vague memory, the taste of blood is still so clear, with a hint of fishy sweetness and viscosity.

My mother's angry expression, her rolled eyes, her trembling body, her kneeling on the cold floor, and the dissuasive voices of relatives coming and going.

Under the dim light stained by oil, the eyes opened in the middle of the night, the dark shadow outside the window, the unspeakable fear.

The crazy struggle, the pain of torn hair, the blood-stained wooden board, the sound of the girl screaming, the silence of lying under the shadowless lamp, the coldness of the needle and thread passing through the scalp under the anesthetic.

Barbeques and wine bottles are everywhere in the alleys, greasy keyboards and mice are standing there, light and shadow changes on the screen, and faces are obsessed and gloomy.

The cold night sky, fluorescent eyes, the sound of roaring planes, the hospital in the middle of the night, the signatures in black and white, and the familiar figures arriving one by one.

…

Countless memories were turned into fragments and collapsed, and each thought arose and then shattered, turning into more fragmented emotions.

It's like a corpse gradually falling into the cold and dark deep sea, slowly decomposing into countless fragments and floating in all directions.

Some of these fragments are like the fragrance of green oranges in summer, some are like the enchanting red flowers in the sunset, which make people intoxicated, some are like pure lilies that make people feel quiet, but some are particularly cold and biting. The pictures in them

It makes people disgusted, painful, inferior, tearing apart, unbelievable, evasive, and never accepted.

But this is also a part of reality, even more unforgettable than those beautiful fragments.

The fragments struggled, and these most painful scars would never be allowed to be abandoned and downplayed like this.

Time becomes blurred, making it difficult to tell whether it has been days or hundreds of years, and the invisible chains have lost their restraints and only brought back to the end of nothingness.

In the tides and ups and downs of the cosmic dimension, these fragments drift and collide.

Slowly, perhaps millions of years later, these fragments floated to deeper places, and some gradually extended to the boundaries and depths of a certain dimension.

It's like falling into the lowest level of the deep sea and entering a cold and stagnant world.

The dimension of time does not seem to exist because there is no light and no change.

When the picture is reduced to a particle among the three primary colors, it can no longer be called a painting, or even a fragment, but something more low-level and low-level.

In a daze, they slowly penetrated the boundary, crossed the stagnant and blurred border, and gradually arrived at another completely different dimension, a universe where there was no longer left, right, up, down, or even any tangible things.

There is only Mana here, or the original magic power. The highly condensed magic power is like compressing gunpowder the size of the entire planet into the size of a glass ball.

The particles that penetrated from the other side floated in this dark world, like fireflies, causing a lot of burning and tides. These spiritual fragments were like some kind of catalyst, shining through this stagnant world.

However, compared to this boundless darkness, this kind of sparkle is extremely weak and disappears in an instant.

A stagnant world, a lifeless world, but a world about to ignite like gunpowder.

With the help of these extremely solidified Mana, the penetrated particles burned and changed violently, and finally disappeared.

However, such an unchanging world seems to have ushered in some changes, because some of the particles did not burn away, but became more active during the burning.

With the help of this mana and magic power, these fragments emitted ripples and flew randomly. Slowly, floating and swimming thousands of times, they gradually collided with other similar fragments, and then slowly aggregated.

In this way, after generations of accumulation, a vague figure with a shimmering light appears again in this dark world.

It's hard to imagine how such a figure could appear in a world without up, down, left, right, or even three-dimensional space, but her existence seems to have changed something faintly.

With long black hair, dark eyes, and a cold expression, she has almost the same appearance as Lorraine Hill, but has a completely different personality.

Most of the beauty disappeared in the lightless deep sea, but more pain was inherited.

Looking down at this eternally dark world, she closed her eyes and saw countless darkness surrounding her.

The invisible world slowly becomes tangible, upper and lower become clear, and the three-dimensional spatial perspective gradually emerges. The so-called dimensions are nothing but the yarns used for spinning. There is no difference between two and three yarns in the formation of the world. They are just the perception of life in them.

It's just that this kind of cognition transcends individuals, just like two-dimensional life can't imagine three dimensions, and three-dimensional life can't know how four dimensions exist.

Time began to emerge, and the threads of time passed by.

The dark crown slowly rises in this world.

If the three crowns in the mortal world are miraculous things that all living beings pray for, then the dark crown that emerges now is the absolute will of the only life. It is extremely arbitrary and does not need support from other lives.

Lonely and powerful, arbitrary and lonely.

It seems to have everything, but it also seems to have nothing. When no one or other life exists, there is no social relationship, and the concept of possession has no basis for existence.

I just picked up a stone on the ground, how can I say that this stone is mine?

Except for me, no one knows, and no one comes to argue, question, agree, or oppose.

The long time passed by unconsciously.

At first, some people mourned and lamented the silver-haired figure that sank in the Sea of ​​Ajika, while others regretted that even the crown and chains could not save that figure from the far shore.

Gradually, the sadness turned into nostalgia, and the nostalgia slowly faded away.

As people change and work day after day, they gradually forget that name.
To be continued...