In Grande's bedroom, Zach looked at the stone carvings that were exactly the same as Madison's, "Mai, Madison..."
No no no!
Before returning to the present world, there is still something to be said.
I know that the relationship between the three worlds of purgatory, this world, and the world of Holy Lord belief is becoming more and more confusing. This is the last chapter about this kind of thing! I promise!
And this chapter begins with the 'world' where these three worlds are mixed together. This is a dream world, separated from the real and illusory dream world.
A baby's dream.
"Why do you only know how to do it~"
Dream Demon Philip reached out and tapped the baby's little nose.
"Yeah... Yeah... Yeah."
Remember the Dream Demon? A soul alien with the ability to break through illusion and reality. Oh, perhaps what everyone remembers is Mr. Green’s son, Philip, who committed suicide. Likewise, there is such a dream monster in this story.
This Philip, now has no ability to break through illusion and enter reality. Remember, he 'died'. After infinitely copying 'Colt', he was executed with difficulty by his friend Soul Walker. In order to prevent the world from being destroyed by this dream demon, he was sent to purgatory.
But the dream demon is still a dream demon, he still travels in dreams, and he even... appeared once. Recall that Walter met the dream demon Phillip after entering a world with a fork in time. The scene is Grande, Grande covered in afterimages layer upon layer.
There is a creature in purgatory who dreams, and it is Grande who dreams about it. Whoever it is is not worth paying attention to. Anyway, the dream demon Philip is here, in Grandery in someone's dream.
Regarding the dream world, we have analyzed it, do you still have any impressions
Dreams are strange things. It has no logic and no rules.
The space in dreams is always changing strangely. Often you are still in the hometown in your childhood memories, but when you turn around, you are now in a city that is squeezing the value of your existence. Time in dreams always jumps around in a disorderly manner. Often you raise your hand to knock on the door of your current lover. When the door opens, it is your ex who holds his face in his hands and says, "I loved you!"
Well.
Dreams are such an unreasonable place.
And Philip lives on this unreasonable place... Perhaps, he is dead and has become a floor in the "maze" of purgatory. It doesn't matter what the reality is. In an unreasonable dream that only the dream demon can touch, the dream demon Philip is teasing a baby in the continuous chaos of space and time.
And this baby is Adam Grande.
"Can you dream of something else?" Philip asked, teasing the floating baby, "I knew I shouldn't have run over to see this new 'Grand'." Philip sighed, "Here There's nothing, I can't get out. Unless~" Philip waggled the fingers of his hands and cooed at the babbling baby, "You can dream about other things~ Anything is fine~ Let me out~"
The dream has changed.
In the dark world, the dream demon felt like he was wrapped in something liquid.
Philip drifted for a while, "Please tell me this is not Mokawi's uterus..."
"Yeah... Yeah..."
"Well, what did I expect?" Philip rolled his eyes, "You are such a young baby, I'm afraid you don't even have much material for dreaming." He asked again, "Let's go back to Grande."
The world has not changed.
"Please~~" The dream demon cooed at the floating baby again.
"Yeah... Yeah..."
The dark world began to change a little, but... it didn't seem to be the change that Philip expected.
"No!" Dream Demon Phillip became nervous, "Please don't dream about the process of how you were created! I can't accept it!!"
"Yeah... Yeah..."
The dream demon Philip felt pushed by the liquid wrapped around him and moved back and forth in a certain direction uncontrollably.
"Please stop, please stop, please stop..." Philip closed his eyes.
Some kind of strange pushing feeling made Phillip open his eyes, just for a moment, Phillip closed his eyes again, "Oh my God, let me die!"
White fills this space. Thousands, tens of thousands... no, billions of white strips rushed into this dark space. And Philip and the baby were at the center of the impact.
"Yeah... Yeah~~"
"Who said babies are the purest creatures in the world? I want to kill him first and then commit suicide!"
Relax, Philip can't kill anyone.
"Is it over?" Phillip felt the touch around his body stabilized and opened his eyes again.
Philip saw the... egg suspended in the center of the space? Uh, everyone understands.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." The baby Adam, who had no mobility, stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the... 'egg'.
"Please don't touch that thing." Phillip reached out helplessly to pull the baby, "You will be traumatized for life, believe me."
Baby, "Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
Why. Don't force it, this is a baby, a dreaming baby.
Baby Adam, touched the 'egg'.
A film appeared in Philip's field of vision. The only reason Philip perceived this film was that the light and shadow in his vision were refracted...
No, this is not refraction, this is...reflection!
Another baby, another dream demon Philip, another 'egg', tugging at the brief afterimage, appeared at the other end of the membrane...
No, no, this is not a reflection, this is...
The incubus Phillip on the other side turned back and looked at the incubus Phillip on the other side of the membrane.
The two Philips looked at each other and blinked.
The two Philips looked at each other, then turned away and looked around. New refraction, no, reflection, no... After the third and fourth Phillip appeared new membranes.
The four Philips looked at each other.
"Get ready." The four Philips reminded themselves at the same time, the fifth, the sixth, the seventh, the eighth Philip, the 'egg', and the baby joined the pair of eyes behind the newly emerged membrane...
"Yeah yeah yeah~~~"
"Whose idea was it for this baby to dream about things other than Grande?" The eighth? No. Sixteenth? Thirty-two? Sixty-four? Chapter 120... Well, whoever is good at math can do it, it's just junior high school biology. This xth Philip looked at the many himself gloomily, "Now we are trapped in this dream with no hope of getting out!"
Countless hands pointed to the first Philip, "him."
The first Phillip's face wrinkled, "Me? Is it interesting to blame me? We are all me!"
"No." The first... uh, I don't know, it was a certain Philip who appeared in four figures, lying in front of the membrane where he was, "This human cell has begun to divide, life has been formed! Time has begun to advance! And you , is the first one, we all appear as the timeline advances. You are the guy who let us enter this timeline! Our existence in this timeline is all for you to do at the starting point of this timeline Responsible!"
"Ha." The first Phillip looked at the distant Phillip who had been pushed further away by countless films, "Timeline? Are we arguing about the timeline now? Everyone, can you have a little bit of the self-esteem of a dream demon? , we never followed any rules.”
A certain Philip in the fortieth digit, "As long as this dream doesn't stop, talking about self-esteem is meaningless. Look, we haven't even formed organs now, just a collection of cells. Who knows this baby will still stay in this dream?" for how long."
A certain Philip in the 400th digit said, "Yes, as long as we are still in this timeline, everything we endure now is an image of what we did in the past." This Philip is already too far away, He no longer knew who they were blaming, pointing to the left side, "You are the past me, and you are responsible for my current situation."
"Go away." Philip on the left looked gloomy, "I came out from behind you, I am your future, and I still have to hold you responsible for the past!"
"I'm sorry." Philip, who knew his mistakes and corrected them, pointed to the right, "Then I'm looking for you. You will always be my past."
"Tsk, I am." Philip who was pointed at looked at the baby who was happily babbling with his egg in his arms. "But it's not my fault. It was my past." He pointed at another Philip. .
"Not me!" Philip, who was pointed at, pointed to his past.
"What are you pointing at me for? It's him!"
"It's him!"
"he!"
"he… "
“…”
Finally, the first Philip swayed a bit. The feeling of being pointed at by the infinite self is indescribably 'wonderful'.
"Why?! Just because I am the first? Am I the past of all of you? I will be blamed by you as a sinner!" The first Philip defended himself.
Countless Philips looked at each other.
"The rules of a world controlled by time are like this, aren't they?" I don't know which Philip spoke. He looked at the Philip who was closest to him and said, "The past." He said thoughtfully, "Isn't it hell? It's sin. world?"
I don’t know which Philip responded, "Then the future will be beautiful?" Then "Hey! Is the 'me' who came out last, someone in the future?"
"Are you stupid? No one can go to the future." A certain Philip said, "We all appear in the present, and then become the past. Well, strictly speaking, we are all in hell." He muttered. One sentence, "Literal hell." Looking back at the babbling baby, "Hey." He sighed.
"Hey, hey! Look! Look what the Original Sinner is doing?!"
Countless Phillip looked at the first Phillip.
The first Phillip felt the sight. After a chill, he continued the movement of his hands, tearing off the membrane, "Didn't you say this is hell! Huh, then this membrane, this membrane keeps making us appear, The membrane that allows hell to accumulate is time!"
"Hey, what he said makes sense~"
Some Philips joined in the action of tearing off the membrane, "Open this membrane, we may be able to see Walter~ and then we can get out of this dream~"
But some have no action, "Then come on, we stay here and wait for this dream to end and return to Grande. We all feel it, right? Recently, there are fewer and fewer creatures dreaming about Grande in Purgatory. , if we leave Grande this time, we may never be able to return to Grande, and we will always be lost in a messy dream."
"It makes no sense for us to disagree here. Everything depends on the 'me' now." A voice that was already quite far away expressed an opinion. The discussion went far away.
The first Philip was tearing at the membrane persistently. Of course, he is the original sin.
But new discussions began to appear, and the Philips in the past began to create new 'crimes'
"Aren't you curious why this thing can start life and create a timeline?"
"What are you curious about? The body of a vampire, the soul of a werewolf, they are destined to be combined~"
"Body plus soul equals time? This is the stupidest conclusion I have ever heard."
"Stupid or not, this is a fact, look." 'Egg', "Perfect body, plus a perfect soul, and then this thing starts to split. Time is born, we, tsk, if we are still in purgatory , that guy Leo is going to come screaming and merge these afterimages of us together. But look at us now, separated here by these membranes, each existing independently. Uh, I feel like I am going to have a schizophrenia. .”
"We are schizophrenia patients, have you forgotten? We are Philip Green, we are almost VIP patients in our father's nursing home!"
"Speaking of the sanatorium, that place belongs to Pochquin now. Oh, I miss Sloane."
"I wonder how he is doing now..."
This discussion has gone too far again, both literally and subtly, as everyone knows... And the first Philip
But even the inexplicable original sin brought to this first Philip did not allow him to fulfill his expectations.
This membrane is unbreakable.
The first Philip gave up. Looking at the film distorting light and shadow...
Dazzling colors stained these membranes, flowing in the gaps between the membranes, and everything vibrated in the intruding colors.
"What happened??" Countless Philippe asked questions.
"I think we are going to... differentiate into organs..."
“Oh my God, I don’t want to be an excretory organ!!”
"I have no choice, my clever 'brother'. Do you remember the textbook we read? The first organ to take shape is the intestine. One end is the mouth, and the other end is..."
"Wait a minute! Isn't this purgatory?! Those thoughts that Leo said are the remains of all purgatory creatures?!"
"Hey! It really looks like it! Ha! So are those thoughts planning our cells into organs? Ha, these thoughts are thinking about driving life actions~turning our cells into 'people'~"
"Don't be so optimistic. I think they just want to break through these membranes and occupy the perfect body and soul in this membrane. After all, 'thoughts' need material to 'move'!"
"Well, you have a point."
"I didn't say it, it was him."