The disturbing unworldly things warped on him was no more than some mercury-ish dust scattered around the room, he can’t describe the feeling that flows through his spine , but he surely feels alot better. Acryl raises his head , closing his eyes a bit to soften the light on the ceiling.

He then feels the pain and the worming familiar hexagons all across his body.

But right before he could cherish the return of his realm-arts, Acryl's eyes were hooked on something , something strange and never seen.

The outside isn’t empty anymore. To be fair , it is far more than something out there.

That thing looks like it came out of a dream , a lucid dream of the worldly cosmos itself. Acryl’s eyes measured every parallel line of it , if it can be called that way , each contour and mass on it is perfectly cut , sliced and stretched , forming a horizon that seems to never end. Its form and being is more precisely made or grown ,possibly , even formed than the most advanced machine ever made by humanity. The contour forms a square that is merely a tiny edge of something bigger and greater , the seemingly perfect square endlessly expands in all directions Acryl could see and disappears among the blankness.

He immediately closed his eyes when his vision moved upwards , to that throne beyond all the lines and the warped reality.

Acryl somehow felt it.

The feeling of up and beyond anything mortal and earthly , the primordial elderness before everything and the empty untouched nihility.

He felt a stare from the jury that is made of thousand other same orderly things around the judge up and beyond everything.

Absolute sane , the words pop up in his head.

Acryl can’t understand why , why is that thing…so calm , how can something be before everything exists and never existed , before every possible beginning and after the aftermath of every possible end of everything we could imagine?

And why , why is that thing…so familiar?

He can’t stop thinking , no matter how hard he is trying to empty his thoughts and no matter how much he wants to close his eyes and pray , pray that he can make it through and pray that this madness ends quicker.

He now understands why people worship Existences , why cults , religion exist and why , why do humans pray to those things that never cared about humanity.

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His vision is filled with crimson. His bone bowl that holds his brain is filled from inside , inflating and expanding outwards like the universe in its beginning.

“Tke tg ugn , elles um eda.’’ The great being said , or rather…radiated the words through Acryl’s eyeballs and into Acryl’s head.

The perfect sanity out the window starts to distort , broken down in his field of vision , warping into something a human can’t understand. Acryl’s memory starts to rise up from his consciousness like bubbles from the deepest ocean.

And then the bubbles pop.

The memory from the ocean of cognition spills everywhere in his mind , he tries to pick them up and put them back into his own head , but they slip away through the gaps of fingers. Something has taken over everything in his depth of memory.

Right before his head was filled over by the familiar distorted strangeness , he felt a hand pulling him back.

……

Acryl felt a stream of warmth on his shoulder that was dressed with a girl’s sobbing.

What the hell happened? Acryl thinked to himself.

He can’t remember the last time Neon cried , he thinks that she didn’t react much last time , he passed out when they met Three and Seven because of that woman named Three was there.

“I thought i was gonna lose you.’’ Neon says.

‘‘Neon , Neon , he isn’t dead , look , he’s breathing.’’ Suiming comforts Neon.

His body feels like snowflakes under sunlight , he can’t move a single string of muscle. From his toes to his hair feels cemented. Acryl is sure that Suiming is somewhere , giggling on what is happening here and perhaps even taking a sunshower.

Judging by the shadow , Acryl thinks that quite some time has passed , but only a fraction of the passing time he felt in the strange space.

The clouds and wind shift their form.The siyuenese agents are gone , only their aircrafts are parked here. Messengers in blue shuffled through each other , climbing on vehicles , cleaning their equipment , Acryl can’t tell if they are going home or preparing for a war. Even the Grand dome in the distance seems more like a giant that looks onto the ground than a city’s steel rib.

Neon wiped off her tears with her arm , she tried to form a barely hanging smile while pulling Acryl up. Acryl’s joints crack as he tightens his legs.

Acryl’s words are stuck in his throat. He cares a lot about Neon , but he just… just can’t express his feelings to her , no matter the positive ones or the negative ones.

Neon can hardly see through the crystal of her own tears. The multiple sun mirrors in the salt of her eyes. She blamed this incident on herself , even if she knows that it isn’t her fault , it isn’t anyone’s fault.

They both sat there without a word , even Suiming that was somewhere near them was extremely quiet. Their time spent until the sky wept dark blue tears and washes off the color of dusk.

Many questions linger in Neon’s head , trying to find a way to get out of her head. And all the strings of questions come along , tighten up and wrap onto the strings of other strings. Then just fold into one question. But in the end she swallows that question.

“Acryl… do you want some snacks?” she said while opening her bag wide.