Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Due to human physiological structure, it is impossible to see this object at close range. The light can also cause pain in the retina even through the eyelids. It stubbornly penetrates through the gaps between the eyelids in an attempt to liquefy the vitreous body into the same white and viscous acid. Something that flows.

But it has no heat, and the illuminated skin can only feel the coldness of being touched by an aquatic soft-bodied creature, with some unknown mechanism of power that makes people unconsciously intoxicated.

The arms and legs that have been able to approach the target are raised together and released from the body. This action itself creates a layer of mist with strange colors around it, which will be seen by eyes with unclear projection as an angel in rich attire on the Holy Throne. , opening up the arms of believers with hundreds of arms and thousands of fingers.

And the powder that burns the mucous membranes is like a raging flame, with countless red needle points poking at every neuron.

Approaching it will drown the sight, smell and touch of mortals in unreasonable stimulation, and the chorus from the gaps of the fungus will echo in the ears.

"So everyone who faces it may not be able to appreciate the chorus in this life." Kraft closed his eyes, held his breath temporarily, and observed this thing in his spiritual organ that was not suitable for contact with mortal senses.

It is still not possible to see its entire picture based on the range of mental perception. There are still long and long arms and legs extending to an invisible distance behind, and scattered buds appear on the traces. While destroying everything it encounters, it spreads and cultivates new fungal communities.

He moved a step to the side to avoid the captured arms and legs, and more limbs gathered around him like sea anemones preying on prey. Among them were distributed bacteria controlled by strings and air cavities that were inflated and ready to exhale.

He no longer focused on those things, but instead focused on himself, triggering a rather dangerous behavior.

The stones embedded between the muscles and bones of the left arm were stimulated and became as active as before when held in the hand. After being broken, the amplitude of their vibrations in the senses was even greater than before.

The push to the present world level is driven by the spiritual amplification and rapidly intensifies, and the familiar trend of level crossing appears.

If you want to achieve a successful crossing, the right choice now is to actively control the speed and keep it within the range that your consciousness can control. Just like riding a bicycle on a gravel-filled downhill slope, you need to squeeze the brakes from time to time to prevent it from crashing. fly.

Then in a process that can be as short as ten seconds or as long as twenty seconds to half a minute, the body can transition to another level relatively smoothly.

It is currently impossible to complete this process. The fungi that have invaded the bodies of creeping creatures and thus have some of the same abilities can obviously feel this. In less than ten seconds, countless arms and legs can capture the prey in front of them in the next moment.

Although with their simple thinking, this little thing's performance is incomprehensible, it does not prevent it from integrating into this body and becoming a part of it. They don't even think about whether driving such a huge body to chase prey smaller than the smallest arm is enough to make ends meet.

But what Kraft needs is not an escape from this world. He did not choose to control the speed, but pushed the trend of the two worlds closer, making the reverse fall faster and faster, approaching the limit of his control ability.

The two worlds are approaching so rapidly that the information in the senses is subtly confused. Part of the space sometimes appears as a dim realm where arms and legs curl and fungi flourish, and sometimes appears as an empty and dusty old house.

This is a sign that the shuttle is about to get out of control. The bacteria are also vaguely aware of the changes in the surrounding environment, and they are hesitant about the prey they are about to get.

The mental organ adds a final push to the critical line, and everything in the senses is completely out of control, quickly getting closer, overlapping, and "colliding" together in a way that transcends the traditional concept of space.

It was an unshakable change, centered on the triggering point, spreading to the entire sensing range of the mental organ in almost no time. Kraft felt that he was at the strongest point of the storm, and the embedded body in his arm buzzed with joy, transmitting throughout his body like the clash of sword blades and the sound of a tuning fork.

He could "see" countless dim rock particles of the same texture precipitating from under the skin and condensing into tiny hexagonal crystal-like objects, filling the sections caused by broken prisms and replacing human tissues, just like accelerated mineral growth, replenishing All in some form.

And that was only the smallest part of the changes his actions caused. This man-made level chaos is showing destructive power that is expected and even exceeds expectations.

The surrounding space solidified for a moment, and then, just like the accident experienced at Solace Harbor, double images appeared overlapping, and the oil painting softened like melting. This is a manifestation of corresponding parts of the two worlds overlapping in a confusing way.

The colorful arms and legs of the scaly fungus were frozen in front of the tip of the nose, first blurry, and then the colors stretched horizontally, as if being slowly and irresistibly wiped away by a spatula.

…

Coop woke up on the top of the church bell tower, and his consciousness still retained the chaotic and nauseating feeling of traveling between dimensions for the first time, as well as the shock of witnessing the celestial body whose form he could no longer recall.

He stood up gropingly, took his feet off Martin's hand, held the window and looked down.

The sun shines on the village surrounded by sparse forests and the gorgeous road. The rest of the people have completed the peripheral work and gathered in the church. There is no one outside. They did return, but there was no sign of Kraft.

He leaned half out of the window, searching the entire village, and found that there was an indelible blur in his field of vision.

It was a circular area on the edge of a village. At first glance, I thought it was a distortion caused by steaming steam, but its distortion was continuous and abrupt, showing an indescribable sense of coldness and weirdness. It was a filthy vortex on the clear sea water, surrounded by the unknown below. The power stirs.

The scenery is confused with some similar but completely different things, accompanied by brightly colored debris and silk ribbon-like objects appearing out of thin air, mixed with frightening fragments that look like trauma and bones, and chases from behind when escaping before. The coming white light.

That kind of light is also flexible and twisted, coming through the unstable gap, carrying a certain empathic and universal feeling of the luminous body, a plurality of hysterical tearing pain, reaching Deep in the spirit, it hurts the soul.

Coop couldn't help but turn his head away from the feeling, trying to make sense of what was happening and coming up empty handed.

When he tried to look again, the changes in that area had subsided. Martin woke up at some point and stood beside him, covering his head with one hand and crying.

In a building that looked like a drawing of grease baked by candlelight at a banquet, a familiar figure stood stiffly in the center of the chaos.

"Hell, come down with me!" Coop kicked open the bell tower exit, jumped down the stairs, rushed out of the church as fast as he could, and ran towards that area.

I've been busy with my workload lately and my physical condition isn't very good. By the time I finish my second paper, the flu season will probably be over soon.

_(:3⌒)_

By the way, I recommend the book to a group of friends, and I feel that the language style is seriously influenced by Hai Hu.