Lorenzo is a person who seldom recalls the past. To him, the first half of his life was not good. It was covered in gloom and blood. The only few reassuring points of light had long since dimmed.
So there is no point in recalling, and there is no need to recall.
Wandering down the corridor of memory, Lorenzo was sometimes happy and sometimes sad, with the dust scattered in the dim light, shining like stars.
Sometimes he was too absorbed in his life, devoting himself wholeheartedly to hunting demons, and was so absorbed in it that he forgot all about himself, until even the beautiful things he had briefly possessed were forgotten. But now he had a different feeling when he thought about them.
"It's so long... Do I have so many memories?"
Lorenzo suddenly stopped and looked at the corridor that stretched to the end of his sight. He was also a little confused.
Hercule explained that memory is an abstract concept without a concrete form. The same is true for the memory palace derived from it. It is not bound by common sense and is like a bizarre hallucination.
The corridor began to twist. Lorenzo was alert, but he still stood firmly in place. Then the ground began to collapse, but it was not the kind of irregular collapse. It seemed that they were cut by an extremely sharp sword. They cracked neatly and turned into pieces of ancient rocks with carved patterns.
On top of each huge rock stood a door of memory, and then they began to fall one by one, rotating and extending in a spiral shape, until this huge staircase extended into the darkest abyss, which could not be seen.
Lorenzo stood on the edge of the rock, looking into the deep darkness below. There was no light at all. He then looked up. That was the route he came from. The gate leading to the outside of the palace was open and the lights inside were bright.
This is no longer a space excavated by humans, but a palace built by the psychedelic will. It is like an abyss, with countless rocks supporting the gate and floating in the abyss.
After a brief hesitation, Lorenzo chose to continue going down. Perhaps this was a suggestion from his subconscious mind. All those things that had been forgotten were thrown away casually and fell to the bottom of the abyss. He continued to move forward. As he passed by, one door after another opened, and memories swallowed him like a tide.
"We are about to implant the secret blood... 047."
042 was lying on the soft grass, squinting his eyes, looking up at the blue sky, the breeze brushed across his body, as if invisible hands were embracing him.
"What's wrong?"
047 was sitting under the shade of a tree, reading a book. This guy was always surrounded by books.
"Aren't you afraid?"
042 asked curiously. The sunlight was so blinding that he could only squint and couldn't open his eyes.
"They said that implanting the secret blood would kill people. We would all die, with a high probability."
042 sat up and looked at 047 who was under the shade of the tree. Someone ran past him. It was a group of children like 042.
Normally they had little freedom, but as the implantation of the secret blood progressed, the priests' supervision over them became much looser. Some children thought that those old-fashioned priests had finally come to their senses, but 042 felt that this was more like mercy before death.
"No one knows who will survive. Maybe you will die and I will survive, or maybe it will be the other way around... It's like a strange gamble, closing your eyes and betting on whether you can wake up."