Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"So you had two dreams last night?" William put one hand on the steering wheel, and only part of his sight was on the Yellow River in front of him. Most of it was wandering on the hills along the coast, always controlling the course in the middle of the river.

Since returning to the ship and getting rid of the distrust of the earth and stone beneath his feet, his mental state has improved with the length of the voyage. It would have been better if there were no repeated night jumps from someone.

The river was calm and it didn't require much energy to turn the helm frequently, so the captain could still chat with the visitors.

"If dreaming about waking up counts as waking up, it's two." Probably no one has invented a standard way of defining it, and Kraft doesn't know whether to distinguish it in terms of coherence or content, so he can only describe it generally, "two Nested, connected dreams.”

"Dreams within dreams are not unusual."

"But the content is very special, so I want to know if you have dreamed about those things recently." Based on the principle of parallel comparison, only a control sample can expose the differences. After experiencing these things, who can guarantee that it is not the case? What psychological problems did you get from being scared?

Since we want to compare, we must ensure that the conditions are similar. The only people here who have had deep experiences together are Coop and William.

The former did not sleep well, but most of it was related to the first time. This retinue made good use of the results of his special training and was able to swing the weapon correctly and deliver the hammer to each enemy at the appropriate speed without hurting himself.

When you get out of the intense battle, the death numbness caused by intense emotions ebbs faster than the half-life of short-acting drugs.

When the sun came up the next day and I could clearly see the achievements I had made, the excitement of being recognized for my first retinue internship last night was completely gone. What followed was a kind of confusion and fear - how could people actually do this? So fragile.

One can see oneself in the body of the deceased. Since life can quickly drain away from those human or non-human wounds, when the same fate comes to him, life will not stay for him for one more second.

The references to violence and death have troubled Coop for some time. He also sought guidance from Kraft, but Kraft had no direct experience in why people inflict such horrific violence on their own kind and how they achieve self-reconciliation.

Indirect experience from elders said that the veterans he knew rarely had similar situations, and even if they did, they would pass quickly. Now that I think about it, it's probably survivorship bias.

As a result, content related to broken bones, collapsed chests, and unfettered blood frequently appeared in the dream. Mr. Attendant must rely on himself to get through this level and truly obtain the "certificate."

Kraft also confirmed that Koop's situation was completely different from his own, and boarded the deck to find William, who seemed to be suffering from "terrestrial phobia".

Obviously, the latter did not want to talk about topics related to hills and caves, especially those related to the deep. He turned his head away, touched his drying beard, and coughed twice, which probably meant that he heard it.

Then there was nothing more to say. The two of them stood in the earth-smelling crosswind of the river valley, watching the sailors adjust the angle of the main sail. To the rhythmic beat of a friendly Northern accent boat song, the mast was pulled to the correct position step by step to ensure that the ship would not be blown to a certain bank.

This is of course also William's request. Even though the occasional green and yellow vegetation spots on the low hills along the shore showed that they were approaching the edge of the southern hills, when one paid careful attention, the haunting black holes still appeared all over the mountains from time to time, each one indicating something terrible. The existence of the larger one is still clearly visible across the wide river.

He would imagine that in distant times, they dominated the surface of the earth like whales dominate the sea, jumping out frequently and showering rocks with waves and rocks. The devastated southern hills are witnesses of that terrible time.

The distance of tens of meters from the shore did not make him feel safe at all when he saw those cave entrances. He often had to watch them disappear completely from his sight and enter the next twists and turns of the river.

Perhaps only when he entered the familiar ocean and lost sight of half of the land could he truly feel at ease.

Fortunately, this goal is not far away. When we reach the confluence with the Teme River, the mouth of the sea is in sight, and then it is the sea journey back to Solace Harbor.

"In two days, we can enter the Teme River and say goodbye to these things forever." William turned his head back. His gaze always made people feel that he was always wary of the hills along the coast. It was rare to stop for a moment. "You can't let me How many days will you be safe?"

There was some resentment in his tone, like an evil ghost who hadn't slept in a few days. It is easy to understand that he would not be at peace if someone occupied his exclusive territory for several days in a row, making noises at night, drawing swords on the air, and talking about frightening dreams based on reality, causing him to have a mental breakdown. Even if that person had just snatched his life out of hell.

The transformation of William's beard from oily high-grade fur to unkempt grass in the southern hills was half due to the deep layer, 10% to the bad air environment, and all the rest to Craft.

"Just a simple question, I promise I won't describe those things to you, okay?" Kraft raised his hands to show that he was absolutely harmless, and gave up telling William about the series of encounters in the depths of Wendeng Port to avoid disturbing him. The already unstable mental state and hair quality were worsened.

During two contact experiences, Kraft unexpectedly discovered that he might be a little bit different by observing other people's reactions.

Taking William and Kupp as examples, the huge impact caused some changes in their outlook. The creeping things in the deep tide once and for all destroyed the influence that the church had left on him for half his life, and changed Kupp's outlook on life to a certain extent. William was more significantly affected by this experience, directly reversing his perception of water and land.

And Kraft showed a miraculous consistency. He didn't know if he should describe it this way. Even if nothing else was mentioned, the near-death experience alone was impactful enough; the conflict between the merging of new senses, level transfer and normal senses was uncoordinated, not to mention a complete mental illness. A little functional impairment is perfectly normal.

In fact, before this, he had never had any abnormalities that would affect his normal life. Therefore, after being troubled by nightmares for days, in addition to reflecting on my mental state, I also put on the agenda the consideration of other possibilities.

"Alright alright."

It seems that if he doesn't answer this question today, he won't be able to drive Kraft away. William reluctantly recalled his recent sleep situation. To be honest, the most nightmare-like part of it is Kraft’s narration. There seems to be a kind of magic in that kind of description, and there is an atmosphere beyond the words that transcends language, filling those deep and extraordinary experiences into the mind.

The narrator himself was not aware of this, but the listener was tossing and turning with the real feeling of being on the scene again, unable to fall asleep, and finally fell asleep when he was physically unable to support himself. The exhaustion of being forced to stay up late made him fall asleep. It smells so good that I don’t even have the energy to dream.

"No, I don't have this symptom at all. When I come next time, I hope to hear something more pleasant, such as how we can turn this secret into a pile of gold coins." Now there is only the original intention of this journey - —Westmin gold coins can soothe his soul. As for Kraft, it would be better to disappear from the deck as soon as possible.