Chapter 599: The Mechanism of Awakening

Chapter 599: The Mechanism of Awakening

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Upon reflection, the intellectual depth and nuances of a seasoned scholar like Morris were markedly different than those of the average individual.

During his thoughtful moment, Morris posed a question that provided immediate insight to many around him.

As we try to piece the puzzle, we must consider an important hypothesis, Morris started, comfortably settling into his couch. Vanna experienced a desert while others describe a forest. We assume both these landscapes are from the same Dream of the Nameless One. From this perspective, there are two potential interpretations, he continued, elucidating his thoughts, Its either that the desert and forest are occurring simultaneously but in different places, or they are the same place, just depicted at different times. But one thing is clear: they arent two wholly independent settings. Either space and time intersect in one way or the other.

As she tried to grasp Morriss deep train of thought, Nina asked, puzzled, Why couldnt these places represent different moments and locations simultaneously?

Morris patiently responded, Because they both belong to a single dream. A singular dream cant encompass multiple separate timelines or spatial entities. If it did, then we would be discussing two distinct dreams based on the understanding I currently have.

Nina nodded, her expression a blend of enlightenment and lingering questions.

Deeply absorbed in thought, Duncan considered the two interpretations Morris had offered. Reflecting on their earlier findings, he finally voiced out, We must remember that beyond the desert and forest, theres this unique place that seems to blur the lines of reality. It doesnt lie within the dream, but its undeniably a segment of the Dream of the Nameless One.

Recognizing Duncans reference, Morris swiftly added, with a sense of gravity, Youre talking about that nebulous realm with the other Vanished where the vessel sails amidst the mist, arent you? What does that mysterious, mist-covered territory signify within the context of the Dream of the Nameless One?

Duncan offered his perspective, To me, it feels like a transitional space, perhaps marking the boundary between waking and deep slumber. On the ship, the Vanished, one can feel the remnants of Atlantis, yet theres no direct glimpse into the dream itself. This hints at the features of a dreams periphery. Its fascinating to think that this boundary within the Dream of the Nameless One is so expansive that it can accommodate a ship wandering freely within.

Duncans thoughts were consumed by the vibrant, shimmering rays of light he had experienced aboard the ship. These beams were not just dazzling sights; they resonated with the haunting voice of Atlantis, filling him with a sense of wonder and contemplation.

The shadow was more than just a ship; it was a manifestation born from the dream of Goatheads. It sailed the ethereal waters that bordered the dream world of Atlantis. Within this dream world, the majestic city of Atlantis seemed perpetually in a state of expectation, waiting for Saslokha. Yet, the goat head in the dream had disclosed a profound secret to Duncan: Saslokha had not just passed away but had been gone for eons.

Engrossed in these reflections, Duncan abruptly roused himself, shaking his head as if to dispel the weight of the revelation. As he looked around the room, he sensed an anomaly. His eyes locked onto Lucretia, and he inquired, Where is Rabbi?

Lucretia smirked slightly, Took you a while to notice. Rabbi hasnt come back. Shes ventured into another dream, likely hunting down those she perceives as prey.

Duncan, momentarily startled, soon pieced together the implications of Lucretias statement.

Could it be that the eerie rabbit doll, Rabbi, had indeed pursued those mysterious cult members?

Per your instructions, I kept no secrets from the first mate about last nights happenings, Agatha explained, the weariness evident in her voice and posture. Then, this ensued. Before you came in, it wouldnt stop its relentless prattle. Regardless of where I retreated on the ship, its voice persisted. Ive faced vengeful spirits in the crypts of Frost who, even after suffering betrayal, losing loved ones, meeting their deaths, and resurrecting due to unyielding bitterness, werent nearly as chatty. The sheer volume of its talk exceeds that of a gathering of old women bemoaning the rising cost of bread at a marketplace!

With growing frustration, she lamented, Ive tried, but I cant silence it! It seems only you have the power to command it into submission!

Realization dawned on Duncan as he fathomed the magnitude of Agathas recent trials. Suppressing a chuckle, he empathetically remarked, It seems youve endured quite a challenge

Wearily, Agatha heaved another sigh, and her image in the mirror momentarily shattered, indicating her unwillingness to engage further.

Shaking his head in bemusement, Duncan wondered if introducing his crew to such intricate notions had been a mistake, given their sometimes bewildering interpretations.

Returning his focus to the looming presence of the goat head, he locked eyes with the carved figure. The inanimate object, though wooden, looked oddly distorted, possibly burdened by its tumultuous emotions.

Initiating the conversation, Duncan instructed, First and foremost, control your incessant chatter. Pausing for emphasis, he added, And yes, Agathas account is accurate.

The goat head seemed to process this, its carved mouth opening and closing multiple times, eventually uttering, So, it was genuinely a reflection of my dream that gave form to the Vanished you encountered in that shadowy realm?

Drawing a measured breath, Duncan responded, Another possibility is that, as night cloaks Wind Harbor, your dreams sail on the fringes of the Dream of the Nameless One.

The wooden figure rocked slightly, emitting subtle creaking noises, appearing genuinely perplexed. But I was certain My conscious navigation matched the sea charts record of the Vanisheds course, consistent with my recollections

Agatha, who had been silent till then, interjected sharply, Then how would you rationalize your abrupt unease as dawn approached?

The room was filled with a palpable silence, only punctuated by the heavy weight of the goat heads absence of words.

Duncan then shifted his gaze to the antique mirror.

Agatha, fragmented just moments ago, now looked entirely whole and alert, watching the unfolding drama with rapt attention.

After my abrupt departure from the Dream of the Nameless One, I hastened back to this location, Agatha commenced, her voice firm and laced with intent. Upon my return, I observed the first mate transitioning from what appeared to be a deep, trance-induced state back to normalcy. While it feigned having been lost in simple daydreams, I couldnt help but note the uncanny synchronicity: the reflection of the Vanished seemed to regain its form the very instant the first mate awakened. My intuition leads me to posit that this simultaneous event might be the catalyst that abruptly terminated the Dream of the Nameless One.

Hence, Im led to believe, Agatha continued with a thoughtful pause, that the fate of the Dream of the Nameless One is intimately linked to its dreamers. Be it the mystical realm of Atlantis or our First Mate, the moment one of them regains consciousness, the dream reaches its conclusion.Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m