"Sean!" Moonlight waved in a panic and patted Sean's arm, "Look - look!"
In the story, at the branch intersection where Central Avenue leads to Silent Street, they saw a group of people wearing various masks approaching.
Explorer?
Are we back in the story yet? !
Sean and Moonlight looked at each other, extremely surprised.
Could it be possible to return to that world just by leaving Arkham? !
In shock, the man in the opera mask pushed away the dazed Moonlight: "Watch the road, country bumpkin!"
From behind the masked parade, people holding billboards appeared.
"The Metropolitan Theater's new show - "The Phantom of the Opera". Every Saturday and Sunday, on Broadway..."
The fire that was ignited in the hearts of the two people was immediately extinguished.
Where are the explorers? Where do you "return" to that world?
...It's nothing more than an advertising team for an opera.
Looking at the parade passing by with a disappointed expression, Sean patted his partner on the back: "Let's go, we are almost there."
After passing through the phantom-like city, they arrived at the northern suburbs. Here, the light of the city is getting darker and darker, and in Sean's eyes, the candlelight is becoming more and more obvious. Not far away!
He moved firmly towards the candlelight step by step. As a result, the candlelight suddenly disappeared, like a disturbed goldfish swimming into the depths of the pond. At this time, there was no moon visible in the sky.
Why does it disappear? Sean blinked.
Could it be that what just happened was really my imagination? He felt his cold sweat dripping down...
"What's wrong?" Moonlight asked.
Sean swallowed and thought: "We're here." Based on his last feeling, he pointed to a farmhouse in the distance, "The candlelight is right there."
The two walked into the empty farmhouse that smelled of staleness. Obviously, this place has been abandoned for a long time. Sean crossed the room and walked to the cowshed that exuded an old smell: "It's right here..." Although he could no longer see the candlelight at this time, he could vaguely judge that the disappeared candlelight should be here...
"Here? Candlelight?" Moonlight looked around the dark cowshed, "Where's the candlelight?"
Sean walked to the corner and brought over the shovel and shovel.
"what?"
"It's always been below ground level before. It's underground."
Moonlight looked at Sean blankly. When he saw Sean really start digging, he half-convincedly bent down and picked up the shovel.
In the dark cowshed, there was the sound of digging.
The night wind blew and the green moon set. The lights in the city are gradually extinguished, and the lights seem to need sleep.
In the dark cowshed, a two-meter-deep hole appeared on the ground. The fishy-smelling soil was still rising from the bottom of the pit and piled onto the small mound next to the pit.
"Damn it!" Moonlight, who tied the handkerchief on his face, suddenly dropped the shovel. The white shirt on his body was soaked and stuck to his back like an onion skin. He'd had enough of digging in the dark bullpen.
"What the hell am I doing here!? I haven't even had dinner yet!" he yelled. Sean didn't turn to look at him, he just continued digging in silence.
"I shouldn't have come here! Damn it!" Moonlight was irritated by Sean's attitude. He put his hands on his hips and cursed loudly, "You are just crazy because you didn't take medicine, and I would come with you! It seems that I am really out of my mind. There is a problem!
"I want to go back! I want to wait to be discharged from the hospital! Damn it!" Moonlight looked at the black figure beside her who kept bending and straightening. I was already so angry, but the other party still didn't respond.
"I fucking said I want to go back!" The pianist rushed towards Sean angrily and pushed him to the ground. "Did you hear that?!"
Sean still ignored the moonlight, as if he had just been blown down by a gust of wind. He got up and reached for the shovel. The moonlight caught his hand, and suddenly he felt that his palm was wet. When he opened it, he saw that Sean's palms were covered in blood by the light from the broken oil lamp on the top of the pit. Shawn shook his hand away and reached for the shovel. Only then did Moonlight discover that the wooden handle of the shovel was also covered in blood.
"Why?" His anger froze, and he blinked at the stubborn figure, "Why..."
Between the monotonous sounds of digging, Moonlight suddenly heard a soft singing voice. It was like a girl was humming softly deep in the night.
"Sean, did you hear that?" The moonlight stopped him from continuing to dig.
"What did you hear?"
A low humming could be heard faintly. It was an ancient lullaby without lyrics.
The source of the sound was... Moonlight looked down at the soles of her feet: "There is a sound under the soil!"
The two looked at each other in the dim light, and finally started digging again without saying a word.
Soon after, they dug out a long strip of stone. Looks very ancient. As he continued to dig, a hole was exposed under the stone. Through the hole... The moonlight leaned down and he saw a candle burning quietly in the hole that was originally sealed in the ground. Orange light filled the small space. A candle burns underground, and the impossible happens before our eyes. They couldn't help but drive their tired and hungry bodies to speed up.
When a hole was finally dug for one person to enter, the two climbed into the hole one after another.
"Candlelight!" Moonlight was still in disbelief, feeling the temperature of the flame with her hands, "There really is a candlelight underground!"
Sean looked more calm as he looked around the underground space.
The space was small, only about five steps long and wide. The candle was placed on a stone platform on the ground, and the material of the candle could not be seen. The wall illuminated by candlelight looks primitive and rough, like a space that has been carved out.
This stone room seems to be a small temple.
Facing them, illuminated by candlelight, was an ancient stone statue. The stone statue looked like a lady, wearing a hood and cloak, holding a torch in one hand and a straw basket in the other...
"Is this...?" Moonlight blinked, recalling the plot in Sean's book, "Is this, Ms. Hershey?!" He turned his head suddenly and found that Sean was staring at the small girl in fascination. The statue under the stone arch window.
The statue has some signs of weathering and looks like it has been around for thousands of years.
"Yes, it's that lady." Sean nodded seriously. The stone statue was exactly the same as what he had seen in his dream.
Sean turned his head to look at the moonlight. Both of them had sweat on their faces. They blinked, their eyes slowly turning red. The night was too quiet, and they didn't know where the terrifying existence was hiding, so they didn't shout those words out, but the small space seemed to be filled with shouts:
That world is real!
That world really exists!
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"What should we do now, Sean?" Moonlight asked in a low voice in this small temple. They were already vaguely aware of what was happening - if what they saw before them was real, then their previous guess that they were imprisoned in a false world would be true. The existence that could do such a thing made them feel so creepy that they even lowered their voices involuntarily.
"Perhaps, through this statue, we can return to that world." Sean looked up and stared at the weathered lady. She was like a pure ice sculpture, slowly melting over time, "And what I want to do is..."
According to his own memory, Sean half-knelt in front of the statue, crossed his hands in front of his chest to salute himself, and then began to "talk" in a low voice.
Midnight talk is the way that Night Breeze believes in praying to the gods. Moonlight, who knew all this, stood aside and waited.
What Sean Dickinson never expected was that in this dream that was almost impossible to wake up from, the faint hope came from a god he had created. What makes it difficult for him to understand is that this god who was obviously created by him not long ago seems to be an ancient and completely forgotten belief in this world...
Why is this? Is Ms. Hershey really there because of herself? Or was she just coming to this world with the help of herself, as she had suspected?
The Myth of the God-Maker. This kind of myth is probably unique in the world.
In any case, this was his only hope of returning to that world, so he began to pray devoutly to Ms. Hershey, praying to wake up from this terrible nightmare.
In the quiet night created by closing his eyes, the goddess's whisper rang in his ears:
For those who are lost at night, the night wind and I will protect you forever, no matter where you are.
This is your 1,620,9761st visit to this place.
Do you want to awaken your previous memories?
Sean opened his eyes in disbelief.
