Duncan approached the door and checked its status again with concern.
This "subspace gate" was really closed - he had indeed reached the other side of the gate before, and that easy closure had indeed completely sealed off this gate that was difficult to shake in the real dimension.
He exhaled softly and looked up at the top of the gate.
The mysterious and ancient words were still clearly printed on the door frame: "This door leads to the Lost Hometown."
"Leading to the Homeland Lost..." Duncan couldn't help but recall the situation on the other side of the door, and the Homeland Lost that was sailing in the subspace and looked abandoned and decayed for who knows how many years. Suddenly, he had a glimmer of understanding of the words on the door frame.
The words on this door are real, and the other side of the door really leads to the Lost Homeland, another Lost Homeland - a distorted projection of the Lost Homeland in the real dimension in the subspace.
Duncan grabbed the lantern, turned and left the lower cabin, and without stopping, passed through the cargo hold and superstructure where light and shadow were inverted, and returned to the captain's room.
"Ah! Captain, you're back!" Goat Head was still confused. The first thing he did when he saw Duncan coming back was to mutter, "Why did you leave so suddenly? You just said you went to the subspace? This can't be a joke! You..."
"I closed the subspace door at the bottom of the ship," Duncan said casually as he put the lantern away, "and just now I went down and checked from this side."
Goat Head was choked and there was another "crack" sound between his head and the table.
"Where...?" The goat-head was stunned for a moment, and his tone instantly changed from shock to extreme seriousness. "Please tell me, what is going on?"
Goat Head listened to Duncan's story very carefully.
Then he said he didn't know what was going on...
The goat-head didn't pay attention to the teasing in the captain's tone. It didn't hide its astonishment at all: "You closed this door!? You mean, you closed the door from the subspace?"
Goat Head was speechless for a moment.
“According to your description, this is indeed the Warp,” the Goat-Head said frankly, “but I’ve never heard of a situation like that, where you went directly... ‘entered’ there in your sleep, and then came back safe and sound... You know, although the threat of the Warp to the real dimension is serious, that doesn’t mean it is an easy place to reach. Its danger lies more in the fact that its pollution is hard to guard against.
"This... is a relative concept," the goat-head explained with some embarrassment, "Falling down from the real dimension is very safe, but even on the Lost Homeland, it is not easy to 'fall' down. Falling down easily and 'falling down with difficulty' are not the same concept, and... how should I explain it to you? Generally speaking, the victims who unfortunately fall into the subspace... their process and feelings of entering the subspace are completely different from yours. It is an extremely frightening and terrifying process, and it is often difficult for them to simply end in death..."
Duncan was even a little shocked - for the first time in history, he didn't say anything else about this topic, just sighed! "It's just an insignificant link," the goat-headed man said in a deep voice, "The fragmented truth of the Great Annihilation has not been buried in the long river of time. It is meaningless to piece together its full picture.
Duncan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought of something: "Is that the truth about the Great Annihilation
"You... you just did that?" The goat-headed man was actually somewhat coherent at this time, "You entered the subspace and returned to the real dimension just to close this door from the other side? This... this is not an ordinary wooden door in a warehouse or utility room, you just... closed it?!"
Duncan blinked, then suddenly realized: "You mean, everything in the current real dimension..."
Duncan told Goat-Head about how he entered the Warp as soon as he woke up from a deep sleep - of course, he omitted the details of his exploration in that dark space, and focused on the door at the bottom of the ship and the various scenes he saw when he looked out at Chaos on the deck.
Duncan knew that he hadn't explained things clearly, which had caused some misunderstandings to the Goat Head - but he didn't want to see that
It's not the way the guy's lips are chattering, but the joy of being the first person to share the vast ocean.
"What else?" Duncan asked back, "Can't this door be closed from this side? Otherwise, would you bother with this effort
He just looked at Goat Head happily, watching this particularly chattering guy who made people's brains boil actually fall into a state of talking incoherently, watching this guy shaking here "clacking" as if he was in vibration mode, his facial expression was still calm, but his heart was almost overwhelmed with joy.
"I know what else he wants to ask, but unfortunately, this is all I know, and I can't guarantee that it's all true - I do know some things about the Warp, but even the so-called 'truth' will not necessarily be distorted into anything after being affected by the Warp. Causal logic and time sequence are meaningless here, and my fragmented knowledge... I myself don't know how much of it is real memory, and how much is the shadow left over from the process of leaving the Warp." "The wreckage of the world," said the goat head, "all those who have survived to this day have become distorted shadows in the Warp in the ancient past.
Duncan said thoughtfully: "Especially since he's always worried about the Lost Homeland falling into the subspace again, he thought it would be difficult to fall into the subspace..."
Goat Head: "You are worthy of the name of the mobile disaster on the vast sea..."
Duncan thought about it carefully and shook his head. "I really don't feel that..."
At this point, it paused, then turned its head and stared at Duncan with its hollow, dark eyes: "Captain, you really weren't affected by anything over there? You really... didn't feel anything left in your head?"
But Duncan finally spoke up. After all, this was about the warp, and some things had to be made clear to avoid future risks. Besides, Goat Head knew a lot of secret knowledge, and its insights might be of some help: "I know you're anxious, but don't be anxious, listen to me - I did close the door, but this time entering the warp was an accident, and I just need to hear your opinion."
It was all read flatly, without any emotion, and every sentence was spoken like muscle memory.
"...Yes, it's what's left after it all fell off," the goat-headed man said softly, "a tiny bit of residue with a few stubborn bacterial colonies still on it."
Duncan's mood brightened.
"According to your words, there is a 'horizon limit' here. All information is in an unknowable and undetectable state. Unless there is some truly omniscient and omnipotent great being who can instantly see through all the secrets from the subspace to the deep sea to the spirit world and the real dimension, and push them back ten thousand years, we can know what happened during the Great Annihilation - but even so, what's the point?"
After all, apart from his "real name" and "origin", there is not much he needs to hide from Goat-Head now. And the reason for hiding his real name and origin is not because of how important this secret is - it is purely because the stability of the Lost Homeland must be built on the "anchor" of "Captain Duncan".
Goat Head held his breath for a long time and then sighed.
In addition to the happiness, the slightly depressing feeling brought about by exploring the "Broken Lost Hometown" and this dark space was also reduced a lot.
The goat head fell silent again, as if it was expecting or weighing something, but in the end, it still raised its head slightly: "Do you think the Infinite Ocean is vast? Do you think... our current real world is still narrow?"
Duncan thought for a moment and said seriously: "Shouldn't you act more relaxed?"
"A hole in the mind, a wavering faith, an accurate sacrifice, these can all lead to the infiltration of the power of the warp, but 'infiltration' and going in like you... 'exploring' are completely different concepts."
"No," Duncan spread his hands, his face calm, "Do you think I look insane? I'm perfectly normal." "Then let's not discuss this issue," Duncan waved his hand and changed the subject directly, "What are these huge shadows I saw in the warp? These intact lands, wreckage, and that pale Cyclops, what are they?"
Duncan was startled at first, then repeated in a deep voice: "The wreckage of the world?"
"Just wreckage?" Duncan frowned. "That's not really an answer. What wreckage? Where did it come from? When was it from? These..."
Duncan glanced at it helplessly and said, "Take it easy. Don't make the same mistake as Alice."
The goat head suddenly fell silent. After nearly half a minute, it spoke quickly: "... As you can see, it's just wreckage."