In my opinion, the greatest sin of mankind is endless curiosity about the universe. In this era of advocating science and ratio
In my opinion, the greatest sin of mankind is endless curiosity about the universe. In this era of advocating science and rationality, those mysterious and awesome legendary rituals and creations have become toys for human beings to play with and explore, but they don't know that these fascinating and wonderful dreams have made them enter a terrible situation. And I accidentally caught a glimpse of that horrible corner in the real universe, and every time I think about it, it drives me crazy.
When writing this article, I can feel my spirit is extremely nervous, because I will not exist in a few days. This is not a dream, and I am afraid it is not my delirium. Nightmare whispers and the peristalsis of some evil creature keep coming into my tortured ears. Tonight I will jump out of the window and end the nightmare pain. I emphasize once again that I am not born crazy or cowardly. When you finish reading me and record everything that happened to me as calmly as possible, you should be able to guess (but not fully understand) why I willingly seek death.
For me, the whole thing started with an unprecedented flood in Yongji County, Jilin City on July 27th, 20th10. At that time, I was still working in Jilin TV Station. Shortly after the flood, when the difficult organization and rescue were full of various reports, there were also anecdotes about strange objects floating on the flooded river. At that time, my great-uncle Li returned to his hometown from Beijing and mysteriously disappeared a month later. He is an honorary professor in Peking University, specializing in theology and folklore. Because of his reputation, leaders of major museums often ask him questions, so many people should remember the news of his disappearance. In fact, until now, only I can guess his terrible real whereabouts.
Great-uncle's wife died a long time ago, and they had no children, so the heir and executor became me. I have an obligation to sort out what he left behind and give most of his precious materials to the Beijing Archaeological Society for publication, but one of his notes has brought me great confusion. The cover of the notebook is well preserved, but the content is full of strong personal emotions, grammatical errors and terrible words with unknown metaphors, and the plot arrangement described by it points to an ancient religion in a foreign country. What does all this mean? Did my great-uncle begin to believe in those scams that can be seen through at a glance in his twilight years? I decided to find out the truth behind it.
Following the opportunity of going out for an interview after the flood, I went to Hongqi Village, Kouqian Town, Yongji County, which is the last area provided by the police, and began to investigate. During the interview, the villagers intentionally or unintentionally revealed sporadic rumors after the flood. The flood washed down the green creatures covered with scales and dorsal fins, and a huge figure covered with eyes and tentacles appeared on the mountain. I always scoff at these absurd stories that are belittled and talked about. I simply come to the conclusion that these simple-minded villagers suddenly experienced this human tragedy and saw the mutilated bodies of human beings or livestock in the torrent. Folklore hidden in memory adds an element of fantasy to those sad objects. Until finally, I visited a villager who claimed that he had crossed paths with my great-uncle before he disappeared.
According to other villagers, his change is terrible beyond imagination. When I first met him, he invited me into the house trembling with a candle, as if hiding from some invisible monsters in a closed room. I was particularly shocked by his appearance. His flabby skin is yellow-gray, there are dark circles around sunken eyes, his eyes are shining with strange light, his forehead is covered with blue veins, and his trembling hands twitch from time to time. I was even sadder when I heard that his wife and daughter had left him and left home. It's hard to believe that not long ago, he was a simple villager with strong physique and gentle personality. According to his incoherent and chaotic description, the reason for the change was that he found a ceramic statue in a cave on the mountain after the flood. Out of inexplicable fear of pottery sculpture, he fled home crazily that day. Then a series of mysterious and grotesque horror dreams at night caused his terrible situation now. Although he didn't know what futurism was, the dream he described was very similar to this kind of art. The bizarre dream aroused my great-uncle's crazy interest, and he forgot to tell me about the ceramic statue because of his nightmare. Sorting out these fragmented information, I firmly believe that the ceramic statue described in his mouth is the most important clue for me to find the whereabouts of my great-uncle.
The next day, I went up the mountain to look for the unusual pottery sculpture in the mouth of the villagers. Finally, at night, according to the prompt, I found it in a very inconspicuous place. Pottery figurines are strange and inexplicable, giving people an unimaginable feeling of being too old. Its height is between 10 cm and 16 cm, and its carving technique is surprisingly ingenious. It depicts a slightly humanoid monster with an octopus-like head, numerous tentacles on his face, half an eyeball protruding from the skin as a whole, his body covered with gelatinous scales, huge claws on his front and rear limbs, strong legs and a cyst on his back infected with a malignant disease. This monster is full of terror and unnatural malice. It crouches on a rectangular stone or pedestal covered with illegible words. Its overall image is extremely lifelike, as if it were the gatekeeper of an ancient secret field. For a moment, the ceramic statue seemed to come alive and let out a piercing scream. An unspeakable fear penetrated my heart and almost drove me crazy. I made up my mind to pick it up and run away. As for how to escape home, I don't remember clearly.
I really don't want to look back at that terrible dream. It all happened after I saw the pottery statue. I regret my foolish and ignorant behavior. If the gods (if they really exist) give me another chance, I will never violate the truth of those ancient taboos again. But I have to tell you part of the truth.
In my dream, my soul seems to open the door to meet the illusion from another world. I am in the whirlpool of sound and movement, countless scenes unfold and collapse before my eyes, and unrecognizable light beams gush out from a certain point in space. I'm like falling into a kaleidoscope. Everything alternates between brilliance and chaos. I feel like I'm about to collapse and lose my body shape in some way. In the chaotic scene, in the loss of the concept of time and space, in the sensory stimulation beyond human beings, there is a fleeting scene that I will never forget. It is an indescribable life that all human languages and rhetoric can't describe. I felt "it" pass by me. At that moment, despair, fear, madness and pain gnawed at my whole body. I woke up in tears and growls, and then I could feel the obvious drastic changes in my body. I know that some terrible and indescribable creature found me.
In the Middle Ages, the Greeks believed that the world was eternal and had no beginning. Some astrologers claim that the world is deterministic, strictly determined by the arrangement of stars, and so on. Up to now, science is still struggling to explain the composition of the world. I hope that human beings can live on this ignorant island of the earth forever and never know the secret of whispering in the dark.
I've processed the research data of pottery figurines and grandfathers, and I swear that no one will come into contact with this matter again. It's almost over. I heard a noise on the door, and some kind of slippery huge piece of meat slammed into the door. No, I won't be found by them. Oh, my God, that face! Windows！ Windows！