"December 25, in my opinion, the craziest thing in this world is to explore the secrets that only exist in legends. The human mind cannot understand their contents. It is like an endless black ocean, and Humans were never meant to sail on it.”
"On December 28th, Alice was mentioning the sun to me again. What a damn sun. It must be the short-haired marmots from the Sun Church who only praise the sun. They taught me bad things about the sun. Silk."
"January 3rd, ha! Charles, this bastard, seems to have to get him drunk before he will tell me the truth, but there should be something recorded in the diary he carries with him..."
The sudden cold wind in the corridor interrupted Vinassen van der Rohe's reading.
The elm mirror placed next to the cabinet opposite, through the firelight in the fireplace, outlines a thin figure on the mirror.
He is about 19 years old, with brown hair and amber eyes. He is not particularly handsome, but he has an indescribable melancholic temperament.
After listening to the wind outside the corridor for a while, Weinerson found nothing unusual and started reading again.
"On February 3, I know that it is science for things to develop according to laws, but in fact, if unrelated things come together, it is not science. To be precise, someone is playing tricks. This will open up unknown horrors. Priests or You will fall because of this.”
"February 4th, I dreamed about my family again yesterday. I almost couldn't even remember what they looked like. Damn it, I was just taking a postgraduate entrance exam. How could I end up in such a bad place inexplicably... ....”
"On March 5th, since there is occultism in this world, it is very easy to pry into secrets. I deliberately wrote in Chinese characters that only I can understand. Haha, those idiots from major churches must can't read."
.........
I didn’t expect that Weinerson’s father, Jason Vandero, was also a time traveler. Did he take the postgraduate entrance examination like me?
Wait, that’s not right. I time-traveled into Wernerson. If you think about it this way, isn’t the senior time-traveler who wrote the diary my father?
This... this plot is too bloody, right?
"Snapped."
The broken diary was closed tightly. Weinerson raised his handsome and melancholy face, moved his eyes upward little by little, and saw an extremely unreal scene through the wooden window.
They were two huge crimson bright moons, hanging on the dark night curtain, with countless stars shining beside them.
Facing the red moon, Weinerson stretched out his left hand and looked at the bronze ring on his index finger. His thoughts continued to wander.
Three days ago, Chen Xiuyuan, who was writing furiously in the postgraduate examination room, suddenly suffered from severe cerebral congestion and fainted to the ground. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had inexplicably become Venus van der Rohe.
According to the memory of the original owner, Weinerson was born in the continent of Phaedras, the third trading area of the Kingdom of Ghent, Greywajo County, and Faslanca, the potato capital.
His father, Jason Vandero, was an archaeologist, and his mother, Alice, was a bank clerk. They died in a conflict between the clergy and the fallen three years ago...
Weinerson also has a sister and two brothers. After the death of their parents, the four brothers and sisters moved into Frank's apartment building at 31 Mink Street.
This kind of family combination is very common in the Kingdom of Ghent and is a standard civilian configuration. Of course, this can only be maintained thanks to the sister and brother who are already working...
Thanks to the promulgation of the Education Act, Weinerson completed secondary education for free. His ideal was to be admitted to the Heston Academy of Fine Arts in the Kingdom of Ghent before the age of 19.
There is a saying in Faslanca that as long as you graduate from the Hutton School of Fine Arts, you can become a decent master painter and paint portraits for the upper class nobles in exchange for generous rewards.
Of course, the ideal is always beautiful, but the reality is very unfortunate.
The first-year art entrance exam ended in failure.
Just when Weinerson was preparing for the entrance exam for the second year, he was inexplicably involved in a party incident. He was originally burned to death by the flames, but miraculously survived and even had an extra finger on his finger. A bronze ring in the shape of an octopus and a dragon...
Failed art student!
Still a failed art student who committed a crime!
This reminds me of the Austrian the teacher always talked about in history class.
After sighing casually, Weinerson no longer thought about it. He put the closed diary back on the bookshelf, then stood up and twisted the pipe valve on the wall lamp, watching the flames clustered in the glass lampshade slowly dim until it went out. .
The crimson color spread into the wooden windows, and the room fell into silent darkness.
Weinerson left his desk and lay on the bed. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the red moon outside the window while unconsciously caressing the ring on his index finger. He was as quiet as a sculptured thinker.
When I traveled back in time, I brought nothing with me except this strange-looking ring.
According to my experience of reading online articles back then, generally speaking, this may be some kind of cheat.
For example, there's an old man living inside the ring? Or maybe a mechanical synthesized sound suddenly sounded... ding?
Many thoughts were surging in Weinerson's mind. He kept rubbing the bronze ring with his fingertips, his thoughts wandering and unable to calm down.
During this silent "thinking", the air flowing around him began to solidify. There was a faint sound of waves echoing in his ears, and illusory murmurs sounded in his mind.
"....Ph'nglui.... mglw'nafh.... Cthulhu...."
"....Ph'nglui.... mglw'nafh Cthulhu....R'lyeh...."
The murmurs were intermittent and layered, as if they were shouts from the abyss, mixed with extreme darkness and filth.
Suddenly, Weinerson's head began to hurt violently, as if a steel cone was piercing the back of his head, stirring wildly. The pain caused him to hold his head in both hands, and he instinctively curled up and rolled on the wooden bed.
pain…
It hurts...
The explosive headache cast an illusory color on the body's senses. Weinerson only felt that his body was changing, his soul was being deprived, and his consciousness was being withdrawn.
Why does my head hurt so much?
Could it be that... it's a ring, that bronze ring?
Weinerson, whose back was as tight as a bowstring, suddenly realized that he was murmuring like this just after he rubbed the ring.
"It's really seeking death..."
Weinerson smiled wryly at himself. Just when he was about to collapse because he couldn't bear it any longer, the countless noisy and overlapping murmurs suddenly receded.
Silence!
Eternal silence!
Weinerson, who had been tortured by horrifying murmurs just now, felt that his soul had calmed down at this moment.
The pain disappeared and he slowly opened his eyes.
The dark stone pillars and the gray sea water reflected in his eyes bit by bit, the waves were turbulent and boundless.
