Agnes suddenly woke up and opened her eyes, a little confused.
She sat up, frowned, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temples.
"Those who have attained enlightenment often sink into the sea of suffering..." Agnes spat out a few syllables in a daze, then opened her eyes subconsciously, seeming to realize something, and stopped what she was saying.
"What am I talking about?" She was startled subconsciously and carefully recalled what she had just said. She only felt that she had a splitting headache and her temples were twitching, which made her feel a sense of irritability that was difficult to vent. There seemed to be a wailing sound coming from an unknown source.
"Spiritual exhaustion?" She frowned and smiled bitterly. Since embarking on the extraordinary path, except for the Pavla Monastery and the dinner after the concert, she rarely took the initiative to exhaust her spirituality so completely. After all, the 'prisoner' The sequence is inherently easy to lose control. If you continue to exhaust your own spirituality and fall into a trance, the state of increased hallucinations will undoubtedly increase your tendency to lose control. This is undoubtedly something that needs to be avoided as much as possible.
Agnes closed her eyes slightly and sketched the gray ocean in her mind. She sketched it several times, frowned and opened her eyes.
"It seems...can't figure it out?"
What went wrong? Obviously this has never happened before. Agnes felt a little chilly for no reason. She stood up and walked to the window. She stared blankly at the red clouds on the horizon for a while, then closed her eyes slightly and began to meditate again.
Like a beginner, she began to outline her black diary with a pressed rose-like pattern on the cover in her mind. She completed this step very easily.
Agnes felt a little more relaxed, her headache seemed to be relieved, and the wailing in her ears seemed to be quietly going away. She couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and began to follow the steps when Mr. Conti taught her meditation. Replace that black diary.
She hesitated for a moment, and instead of using the gray sea she had used during meditation, she sketched a leafless tree that seemed to have been burned by some kind of flame. She successfully used the leafless tree to turn the black book I replaced my diary and entered a meditative state.
Agnes' body and mind calmed down, and the wailing in her ears completely disappeared. As if her mother's hands were gently soothing her, Agnes felt that her throbbing brain seemed to gradually calm down. She felt that her spirituality was extending infinitely, spanning space, and seemed to be connected to many of her... Unclear object.
A trace of vigilance appeared in Agnes's heart, and she did not touch that connection. She just used meditation to restore her state.
She stopped meditating after her condition became more stable, glanced at the setting sun that only showed a little red light behind the mountains, turned around and sat down behind the desk.
"It seems that it's not my problem, but the problem of the object of my meditation." Agnes took out the diary and pen from the suitcase, thoughtfully.
She looked out the window unconsciously, her left hand resting on her cheek, and her index finger tapping behind her ear through the headscarf.
"Why was it possible before but not now?" Agnes thought hesitantly.
She carefully recalled Mr. Conti’s words when he taught her:
"Replace it with an imaginary item that does not exist in this world." Agnes opened the cap of the pen with a slight force on her little finger and ring finger, and started writing this sentence on a new page.
"This is where things are most likely to go wrong."
"But it didn't exist before, but it exists now..." Agnes closed the pen cap again with some hesitation, tapped the pen with her fingertips on the table, and took a deep breath.
"What did He do?"
"The gray ocean...what does this mean?" Agnes dropped the pen, leaned back on the chair, and pinched her eyebrows hard.
"Trevor's memory of describing my birth to me is still clear, and the subsequent memories once again become like a dream, but fortunately, some places can be recalled in bits and pieces."
"Trevor seems to think that I am not 'me', at least not completely 'me'," Agnes frowned and tried to remember: "He used the vision of the 'werewolf' Jamil in the Pavla Monastery to see I arrived to frighten him as much as he had seen me at birth..."
"With the help of other people's vision?" Agnes suddenly opened her eyes, wrote two phrases in her notebook, and then connected them with horizontal lines.
"Is there any connection between the connection felt during meditation and the ability to use other people's vision mentioned in Trevor's words?"
"This is not the point. Let's put it down for now. You can go to Trevor for confirmation later." Agnes shook her head and retracted her divergent thinking.
"My memories of the monastery in Pavla are the same as my memories of that time today, which means..."
"Maybe the reason why my memory is like a dream has something to do with the 'I' who was in control of my body at that time?"
"This is the legendary 'me', isn't it me?" Agnes smiled bitterly and shook her head.
"But I have certain memories. Is it 'I' who thinks I should know these things? Or maybe it's because the connection between me and 'me' is too close, and she can't completely block my memory of these things. She can only block them." important content?"
"Then what has influenced me all this time, is it Him whom I have always thought of, or is it 'me'?" Agnes held the pen tightly in her palm, leaving clear fingerprints on the pen barrel.
"I have always thought that there is someone influencing me. The first reason is that I can clearly detect that some things I should know are missing in my memory, and I also have a rough premonition that these memories will have a certain impact on me now. I am extremely dangerous."
"The second reason is that I can almost ignore the pollution of the 'Primordial Moon'. Although I don't understand what the 'Primordial Moon' is at the moment, I have a vague feeling that it is extremely high in orientation."
"The third reason is that I resonate with Mera and Stitch inexplicably. This resonance makes me feel like they are using their own negative emotions as sacrifices to connect with me."
"If there is a He influencing me, then these things can be easily explained."
"And if it's 'me', that's a big problem..."
"Is it a split personality? Or is there an existence trying to control my body?"
"Maybe we need to rely on the ability of the 'audience' sequence to find the truth. Let me think about it, maybe Sequence 7? Or Sequence 6? No, we also have to consider the contamination of my mind and memory."
