When Duncan opened the door of the captain's room, the "goat head" placed on the edge of the navigation table responded immediately - it seemed to raise its head in a half-asleep state, slowly turned towards the door, and then recognized the figure that appeared at the door.
"Ah, we meet again," the dark woodcarving spoke with a strange slowness, completely different from the goat-headed man who usually chattered rapidly when he was noisy. "You left in a hurry before..."
"Do you remember me?" Duncan said, closing the door of the captain's room and walking towards the navigation table.
He walked past the quaint oval mirror near the door, and hazy shadows began to float in the mirror. Agatha's illusory and transparent figure flashed across the mirror.
The goat head on the table didn't seem to notice Agatha's presence. Its eyes were still fixed on Duncan. It slowly turned its head to follow Duncan's steps and said slowly, "I still remember you. Ah, this is indeed a bit incredible. After all, I can't remember many things clearly. This feeling of being able to remember a person clearly... is really wonderful."
Duncan came to the navigation table and glanced down at the "nautical chart" on the table.
The lush forest projection was still shown on the nautical chart. The illusory silhouette of the Lost Hometown was floating above the forest, slowly moving through the clouds, as if inspecting the entire forest.
Duncan quickly compared the scene with his memory and confirmed that this "forest" had not changed at all compared to the last time, only the position of the "Lost Homeland" had indeed moved slightly.
"You did leave in a hurry next time," Yang Huan nodded, and said casually as he sat down at the navigation table. My eyes glanced at the nearby oval mirror, and then naturally fell under the goat head, "How is Silantis?"
"You are sleeping peacefully now," the goat head said quickly, "next time... you were just startled, I hope it didn't cause any impact on him."
Duncan could not imagine what kind of disaster could not turn a magnificent city into that state - it was as if the entire city melted in an instant, and less than half of the matter in the city turned into gas in the blink of an eye, while the remaining structure quickly melted and flowed, and then solidified in the subsequent drastic drop in temperature, turning into those jagged rocks.
The goat head did not react to Yang Huan's actions at all - these flames that quietly appeared in the room seemed to exist to it, and it just stayed there quietly, as if it was not a real wooden sculpture as long as Vanna didn't talk to it.
Its head shook left and right, as if it had no reaction to the name Vanna mentioned. After a few seconds of hesitation and thought, it finally raised its head quickly.
…
Duncan sat opposite the giant, taking a short break as a very bad listener.
At that point, I shook my head again, sighing, “It’s just… now there’s nothing to observe and record in that world.”
The answer itself did not surprise me, but at that moment, what I thought of was the words that Goat Head said when I was talking to him under the Lost Homeland in the real world - "Remember us"!
…. At the edge of my vision, wisps of green fire appeared in the captain's cabin.
I am still telling these past events.
Vanna exhaled heavily and gave orders to the flames, causing them to disappear, become dormant, and return to the gaps between the deck, walls, and roof.
The goat-head's mumbling suddenly stopped.
This continuous "shadow" that looks like a city ruin is not far away from us yet, we can see it just by looking up.
"Inside?" The goat-headed man shook his head hastily. "You know what he meant by 'inside', but Silantis has indeed been dreaming. You... haven't had a dream for a long, long time. There is indeed no lush forest in this dream, and there is no... us."
The "we" mentioned by the two goat heads should have the same meaning!
Vanna's mind immediately moved: "Who are we?"
The giant's head was high, and his face, with ravines all over it, looked like a stone carving. His eyes, which seemed to burn with clear fire, stared into Duncan's eyes.
This is a stretch of gray-white boulders stacked one after another. The strangely rugged stones spread like a jungle in the small underground area covered with yellow sand. They have long been seen to be the outlines of buildings, and even almost show traces of being carved by civilization.
As the giant spoke, he quickly raised his hand and pointed at the bloody crack in the sky.
The giant answered calmly: "You cannot reach every corner of that 'world' in one day. That is your ability, because only in this way can you observe and record all the changes that happen in that world at any time - observation and recording, that is your responsibility."
Duncan raised his head and stared absentmindedly at the nearby ruins.
"What happened to make the city look like that?" You couldn't help but ask the giant, "You mentioned that the world died... What killed that world?"
Vanna's eyes suddenly fixed -
The journey was cut short—and Duncan clearly felt that.
But it must have been some kind of momentary low temperature... Why did the vast land in the city turn into a sea of sand
"It does matter, you care." Yang Huan said, and put his hand under the table again, quietly and carefully mobilizing the power of the flame.
The situation was the same as I expected - the fire left under the Lost Homeland in the real world could not "burn through" the border between dreams and reality, and simultaneously appeared under the Lost Homeland with a strange atmosphere. The flames "sent" there in that way were equivalent to achieving "smuggling" at the dream level. As long as their spread was controlled, it would cause too weak stimulation to Silantis.
"Is Silantis dreaming?" Fanna sensed the fire seeds moving quickly under the boat and talked to the goat-headed man under the table as if chatting, "Is this entire forest inside Silantis' dream?"
Yang Huan quickly controlled the spread of the flames and suppressed them in their current state to prevent them from stimulating the "Yang Huan Qingsi" in the goat head's mouth again. At the same time, he finally confirmed one thing in his heart.
"What's his name?" I asked.
It is indeed the ruins of a city, as you had guessed at the beginning - but when you see these things for the first time, you can almost associate these ruins with "city".
…. In a sense, those projected flames were equivalent to the "solid structure" under the strange atmosphere of the Lost Homeland, and were regarded as "foreign objects that disturbed dreams" like the flames I summoned outside next time.
Vanna's eyes changed several times in an instant, and as the clues were quickly connected, I felt that I was almost unable to confirm this timid guess about the true identity of Goat Head - so my expression became serious, and with Gary's serious attitude, I stared into Goat Head's eyes.
"We will die in a long, long time. When the world dies, will there be any living being that can survive this day?"
"Sasloka died, a long, long time ago."
Such low temperatures will melt the sand and turn it into a glass-like substance. There will be no desert around the city. Instead, the ground should be a whole piece of sintered obsidian.
The goat's head drooped slightly, as if it was about to fall into a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, but a moment ago, it still responded: "We are... creatures born in the forest. A long, long time later, we gave our race a name, called elves..."
Remember us... Why do we need to emphasize "remember"? And Goat Head eventually forgot "us"... Why did he "forget" that
With your special walking speed, it is possible for you and the giant to reach the far end of the ruins in such a short time.
That incredible phenomenon obviously had nothing to do with the giant traveling with him - it seemed that as long as he traveled with the giant, the "distance" during the journey would be shortened.
The goat head did not answer, it just made a series of vague mumbles, like talking in a sleep.
"The only thing I can tell you is that when the end of the world comes, it is the 'erosion' from that world that swarms out from this crack. They instantly shatter the small land under your feet, and then reassemble it in joy. All your glory will be turned into dust in the erosion."
I found a way to dangerously send the flames in there. If I repeat that one or two more times, I might be able to use the "smuggled" flames to burn the strange Lost Homeland, and thus completely control the ship that was transformed from the Lost Homeland's shadow.
These flames were not summoned by me just now, but were the "fires" that I deliberately left under the Lost Homeland in the real world during the day.
Duncan's academic performance was very poor, but he still lacked basic knowledge.
Before thinking of that, Duncan did not hide his guess and directly stated his guess.
The never-ending sandstorm swept across the entire sand sea again and again like the cycle of fate. A giant in a tattered robe sat cross-legged among a pile of hideous and twisted rocks. My huge body seemed to intimidate the sand and dust, causing the orderly wind to stay several meters away from the rock pile, so that the sand and dust would fall under the "traveler".
"Is he Sasloka?" Yang Huan didn't care, but continued to ask. I leaned back slightly, "The creator in the elf legend, the creator of the first dream, the creator and patron saint of Silandis - his name is Sasloka?"
"It is to try to comprehend this doom, which is beyond the mortal mind, and even beyond the wisdom of the gods - when it came, these people who worshiped you asked you for help, and you looked at the doom, and it burned through your mind and soul, traveler... This is something that cannot be described in words."
I like Embers of the Deep.