How many days and nights has it been since we set out? Floki couldn't quite remember. He just stared blankly at the day rising in the distance, feeling the warm sunlight that illuminated his figure into gray.
"Why are you so eager?"
There was a faint auditory hallucination in my ears, as if a woman was asking something.
"Does it really matter what's on the other side of the ocean? After all, it's just another boring ocean. Why devote your life to it?"
The woman gently rubbed Floki's face, trying to smooth out his frown, but no matter how hard she tried, Floki still had a stern face, and the wrinkles were carved on his face like scars.
Floki moved forward with difficulty. In front of him, he could see the figures of Lorenzo and the Plague Doctor. Ropes connected them together to ensure that they were within sight of each other.
His skin began to crack and the sound of a woman's soft voice continued to ring in his ears.
Floki knew that this was a sign of being affected by power. In Lorenzo's words, the anti-meme can actually be understood as a reverse "erosion". If understood in this way, Floki would not be surprised no matter what happened.
Fortunately, he was only hearing chaotic auditory hallucinations and no hallucinations appeared in his eyes.
It may also be the influence of the anti-meme. Floki's discovery of his own alienation has been delayed a lot. He doesn't know whether this is good or bad, but at least his expected lifespan is much longer than before.
“It’s so hard…”
Flokimai stopped and looked at the scenery around him. Under the influence of all these, coupled with the monotonous scenery around him, Floki had vaguely lost his sense of time, and his cognition began to blur. He could not remember how long he had been moving forward.
Probably only a few hours, or a few days, or dozens of days.
Memories began to fade, becoming just like the world before my eyes, only a monotonous gray and white remained.
There was a dazzling glow everywhere, which made people feel at ease, but after seeing so much, Floki felt that this place had turned into a pure white hell.
This is a never-ending journey, they will keep moving forward but will not die, wandering forever in this white desert.
As Floki was thinking, the rope in front of him was pulled to its maximum length. The tension brought tension, and he mechanically took a step forward, following the already blurred figure. At the same time, the woman's voice sounded again in his ear.
"Do you really want to fill up the chart?"
Floki should have remained silent, but perhaps the reality was too unbearable, and he responded inexplicably.
"What else?"
This time Floki responded to the woman's words and he began to communicate with the auditory hallucination.
Without waiting for the woman to ask any more questions, Floki poured out the words that were buried deep in his heart.
"Everyone will die, meaninglessly. We can even say that we are born meaningless... But I don't want to be like this. I think the value of a person is to judge what his death will lead to."
"You want to be recorded in history?"
"Maybe, but that's too difficult. How many people throughout history can leave a mark on history?"
Floki said somewhat sadly.