A more bizarre scene unfolded when the little girl picked up the music box; the music box inexplicably split into two, with one remaining on the desk and the other held gently in the palm of the little girl.
Yet with the appearance of the second music box, the one on the desk abruptly stopped moving, while the music box in the little girl’s hands started to release musical notes, replacing the one on the desk, and gradually began to operate...
"Ding dong ding ding..."
[Little buddies, playing hide and seek...]
"Dong ding dong... ding ding dong dong..."
[...Little sister’s tiny waist hurts so bad...]
"Ding ding dong dong..."
[Brother brother, you’re so an~ making fun of sister’s dull saw~]
[...]
She held the music box, humming the black nursery rhy, slowly following the location where Mao Feiyang disappeared, and through the bedroom door, righteously left this bedroom.
If Lin Yi were here, witnessing this scene, he would be shocked to discover a horrifying loop — the little girl in the gallery actually only began to appear from "now."
The reason why Mao Feiyang didn’t encounter the little girl or hear the notes of "Ammon’s music box" when he entered the gallery, was that there was no little girl or "Ammon’s music box" in the gallery at that ti!
"Ammon’s music box" only began to operate when Mao Feiyang wound it up.
And the little girl seed to appear only after "Ammon’s music box" started to operate...
When the little girl left holding "Ammon’s music box" along this route, reaching the gallery, she encountered "him" who happened to arrive at the Art Building gallery with Old Mo.
Ti paradox, cause and effect loop.
Everything seed just right.
And yet it seed... it had always been so.
...
Elsewhere.
When Lin Yi entered the state of the dream boundary, everything around him suddenly beca fluffy, and the little girl’s bedroom gradually turned into countless fragnted pieces.
In a daze, he saw a huge pink cartoon painting flash by, saw a fog-shrouded cetery and a cozy manor, saw dim and obscure mountains, and also saw the figure of a little girl brushing past him...
Suddenly, it was as if he heard so call...
In the cracks of layers, at the boundary of the dream, so sound intermittently drifted in...
[...store stjerner...]
What was this caution?
Which phrase was this? Which passage? Or... which Chapter?
He couldn’t understand, he couldn’t understand at all.
But it felt eerily familiar to him.
[...store stjerner...]
[...min beinflamnde...]
The voice continuously tangled around his ears, like so horrifying lody, attempting to eternally ensnare his consciousness here.
[...sprekker mitt stjerneskelett...]
Suddenly, he seed to hear a familiar voice...
[...knuser... min...]
He rembered, this phrase, or these few phrases, he had heard them in the Library once...
[Når den... vissner... komr sørgemoerne... tilbake... uendelige...]
Exactly, it was those phrases...
"Library..."
"That Bell Tower storing the Ti Compass ’Ti Zero’..."
"Those cautionary calls..."
So clues gradually erged in Lin Yi’s mind, and he felt a strong necessity to visit the Library — even an intense urge, yet regrettably, the Library wasn’t part of their planned itinerary.
The Bell Tower in the Library was part of plan B.
If things went smoothly, there wasn’t a need to go there.
Ultimately, a "whoosh" of wind noise began appearing around him, his vision blurred then slowly regained clarity.
Like a deep-sea diver slowly ascending, he gradually drifted from the twisted and chaotic lines towards the more orderly upper world, witnessing the fierce battle in the Art Building, seeing art students and zealots wielding art departnt techniques to constantly overwrite each other, and watched the Night Watchman and Art Teacher battling the bizarre erosion of the world under the black storm...
Eventually, he seed to see Mao Feiyang’s figure returning to the Art Classroom...
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Thin wisps of clouds started appearing before his eyes, accumulating more and more, sufficient to obscure his vision albeit thin.
As a few wisps of thin clouds drifted past, Lin Yi completely withdrew from the dream boundary and entered that "transition scene."
He glanced down at his watch.
1:32.
An hour and a half had passed.
Based on the ti, it seed the duration he spent in the dream boundary following Maozi coincided closely with the elapsed ti of real-world dreaming.
"Oh no, not the sa at all!"
Lin Yi suddenly realized he had entered his vision when Mao Feiyang went to attend the "banquet," only after interacting with Maozi in the dream boundary, followed him into the little girl’s bedroom, and then left...
That process might have taken about an hour and a half...
In general, ti within the dream wasn’t identical to reality.
"Indeed, inherently different..." Lin Yi mocked himself, almost forgetting he originally knew, the closer to the dream boundary, the fuzzier the ti scale becos.
It was no longer re "fast" or "slow" to describe the speed but rather, fuzzy.
Ti’s scale turned indistinct, akin to the myriad roots of noodles originating from the dough in the ran chef’s hand, ti at the dream boundary too rely existed in a muddled state beyond clear articulation.
Perhaps... at that fuzzy boundary domain, it might even be the edge of dinsions?
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