To be fair, Vanna has never been afraid of anything in her life, but Captain Duncan Abnormalmar... always seems to bring her all kinds of "unexpected situations".
In the room blocked by dreams, there was the endless dark sea outside the window, a strange light hanging high in the sky, and someone knocked on the door in the silent night. Vanna almost subconsciously wanted to condense her giant sword in the dream and jump towards the door - fortunately, she controlled the impulse at the last second.
"Boom boom boom."
The knock on the door continued to come slowly, with full patience and politeness.
Vanna took several deep breaths, not knowing what expression to show at this moment, so she could only keep a straight face and try to make her tone sound normal: "Please come in."
With a slight click, the handle turned, and the dark wooden door was pushed open from the outside. An extremely tall and majestic figure appeared in front of Vanna and walked into the room.
Behind this figure was pure darkness, just like the edge of a dream—beyond the edge, there was a "nothingness" without any entity.
Duncan walked into the room and gave Vanna a friendly smile: "Good afternoon, Vanna - I knocked on the door this time."
Vanna looked at the ghost captain who was walking into the room without saying a word. She watched him walk to the wine cabinet next to her and take out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. She then watched him walk slowly to the table and sit down in the chair.
"You don't have enough evidence yet, but I guess that Anomaly 001 actually has a 'service life'," Vanna said seriously, "The ancient Kingdom of Crete did not leave an eternal shelter for future generations.
It's just a temporary peace. The sun above our heads... will probably be back soon.
I thought about this for a moment, then shook my head uncertainly, "Perhaps, even the Cathedral of Storms will not give a clear response. Vision 001... its operation affects the entire world, and its abnormality alarms more than just the Deep Sea Church."
Duncan was silent for two seconds before nodding gently: "It's hard not to notice - although this is just a gap that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, for thousands of years, there have always been vigilant eyes paying attention to the operation of Vision 001. The church noticed this disturbing situation at the first time."
Duncan didn't pay attention to Vanna's last words. I just turned my head and looked out the window, asking my biggest question: "What is this glowing thing in the sky outside? Is it also your personal preference?"
"It's a reference to some extent, but not completely. I arranged it according to my personal preferences," Vanna said slowly, "In fact, I'm not very good at weaving dreams. I hate directly entering a ready-made dream. But you sleep very uneasily and your dreams are messy, so I prepared a place for you to rest well."
I took a sip, frowned slightly, and looked up at Duncan: "It has no taste..."
I was still sitting in the moving steam car, and the tall towers and main building of the cathedral appeared in my sight.
"Even I'm not sure, Duncan," he finally broke the silence and looked into Duncan's eyes, "but she thinks this should be just the beginning."
"... ..It depends on the feedback from the Cathedral of the Storm," Duncan said in a serious tone, "Prande can only report what he observes. We are not a research facility, and we can't think of any way to interfere with the operation of Anomaly 001."
"Why don't you come and sit down?" Duncan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the young Inquisitor who was still standing near the window, pointing to the empty seat across the table. "He doesn't look very happy."
Vanna said seriously: "Caring for each other among family members is the first step to maintaining family harmony."
Duncan stood firm for a moment, and finally came to Vanna with a strange look. He sat on the chair cautiously and watched her pouring the wine. After a long time, he sighed: "Do you think this is more scary?"
Vanna remained serious: "Proper education and guidance is the first step."
At that time, I didn’t understand anything from that dream, but now, I seem to have learned something from that dream.
A glimpse of a foreshadowing appeared in the scene.
"The first thing," Vanna immediately straightened her expression and became a little serious, "is about the sun - have you noticed its changes?"
"I'm sorry, I doubt your friendliness, but... I'll just assume you're timid," Vanna said awkwardly. After so few contacts and a series of events, her vigilance and alertness towards this ghost captain had not subtly changed a lot. But no matter what, even from a logical and rational point of view, she didn't dare to listen to the "knowledge" from the mouth of this returnee from the warp. "Let's talk about something else. Why did you come to me?"
"Thank you," Duncan took the glass.
She stared at the clear, slightly golden-red liquid firmly, and after hesitating for a long time, she put it aside for the time being. Then she raised her eyes and looked at the captain opposite her. "This is another dream - is it a room on the Lost Homeland?"
Vanna pushed a glass of wine over: "It seems to be a good thing."
"More likely, the first fragments have already fallen now, just out of sight of the civilized world."
Vanna didn't answer immediately. I was breathing heavily when I heard the voice of my subordinates coming from the front: "Ah, you're awake. Just in time, we're almost at the cathedral."
Duncan: “…”
I shook my head and put aside this sudden thought: "What's the first thing you said?"
"As for when the evidence will arrive, before I finished speaking, Duncan shuddered and said, "No! Thank you!"
Vanna was silent for a moment. She looked out the window. She was silent in the moonlight for a long time before she sighed and shook her head: "I guess so. I hate the pale and cold light of the Creation of the World. It is not harsh enough, but it makes people feel full. As for what you see now... you can't call it the 'moon.'"
My mind involuntarily recalled this brief and strange dream I had had.
".....but I almost blew the Sea Mist into a pile of scrap metal." Duncan reminded carefully.
"... Well, it's always like this," Vanna shrugged and said nonchalantly, "It's just some normal stuff, and has nothing to do with the warp."
"Maybe there will be huge chunks falling from the sky, and it won't be the ticking of the countdown.
Chill and uneasiness spread in his heart. Duncan lowered his eyes slightly, concealing all changes in his eyes, and his hand slowly picked up the wine glass beside him, and subconsciously put it to his mouth, as if he wanted to use alcohol to calm his mood.
"Yes, I have been paying attention to that matter," Vanna said with emotion, "I have been wandering in the north for many years and have been infected with pirate habits. I usually only have a group of undead sailors as companions. My social habits are very weak. Add to that the old incident of Frost, and you can't help but worry about my mental state. In order to avoid becoming a lonely, weird and cynical weirdo, I need some orderly interpersonal relationships..."
"Captain Tirian?" Duncan's heart moved, and he suddenly realized something. "Have you been paying attention to..."
Duncan seemed to suddenly realize something and looked up at Vanna. "I'm suddenly talking to you about this. Do you know something? Do you know what happened to Anomaly 001?"
"Is that so?" Vanna looked at Duncan in surprise, then looked at the dreamland she had spent a long time to create, the warm and everyday furnishings and the friendly wine glass in her hand, and frowned uncertainly, "Then I'll try a warmer tone next time..."
Weird, discordant, and weird everywhere, Vanna increasingly felt that the communication process between her and Captain Duncan was filled with indescribable weirdness, but for some reason, if it wasn't for this weird and discordant conversation, she actually felt that... this ghost captain had become "flesh and blood".
"Moon..." Duncan repeated the strange word that seemed to be a direct transliteration of an unknown language skillfully, "What a difficult name to pronounce."
"Of course it doesn't taste good," Vanna laughed, raising her glass slightly to Duncan, "because he's about to wake up.
"
"Are you interested in it?" Vanna looked at Duncan with a half-smile, "Then I can tell you the story behind this name. A chill slowly spread down his back, and Duncan felt that he saw some extremely disturbing information in the other person's eyes: "Just the beginning?"
In the dream, huge bodies of light fell like a meteor shower, and the whole world gradually fell into darkness. In the end, only terrifying darkness remained in the sky, like a hole or a dying eyeball.
"There's a gap in its outer rune ring," Vanna said, "and judging by his expression, they should have noticed it, too."
"The Guardians never let up... I have a better impression of them," Vanna said, and suddenly asked, "What do they think about this?"
"Two things," Vana looked into Duncan's eyes, "First, thank you for taking care of Tyrian these past two days. He seems to be having a good time in Plunder."
Duncan paused for a moment and said slowly: Duncan was not just making up stories. He was just trying to consolidate his image of "regaining humanity, reason and intelligence" so that he could deal with Vanna and the "order and civilization" behind him. However, Vanna didn't take it as a lie. The judge was stunned to hear the ghost captain talking to her like an old father. After a long while, she managed to utter, "You...really care about him..."
"I don't think it's a question of color..." Vanna felt her eyebrows twitching, but then she didn't know what she thought of, and sighed with a smile, "Well, at least I feel that I do feel your kindness. This kindness is a little scary, but I can more or less confirm its authenticity."
Duncan suddenly opened his eyes. The sound of the waves outside the window gradually became slower and slower, like a distant whisper, and the breeze blowing into the room also became faint.
When Fanna heard the other party mention "the sun", her eyes changed slightly: "Are you referring to the sunrise that was delayed by seventeen minutes, or..."