Deep Sea Embers

To be fair, Vanna had never been afraid of anything in her life, but Captain Duncan Abnomar always seemed to bring her all kinds of "unexpected situations."

In the room sealed by dreams, the boundless sea of ​​darkness outside the window, the strange light hanging high in the sky, under the silent night, someone knocked on the door. Vanna almost subconsciously wanted to condense her giant sword in the dream and jump towards the door - luckily, she controlled this impulse at the last second.

"Winter winter winter".

The knocking on the door still came unhurriedly, with full patience and courtesy.

Fanna took several deep breaths, not knowing what expression to show at this moment, so she could only keep a straight face and try to make her tone sound normal: "Please come in."

There was a soft click, the handle turned, and the dark wooden door was pushed open from the outside. An extremely tall and majestic figure appeared in front of Fanna and stepped into the room.

Behind this figure, there is pure darkness, just like the edge of a dream - beyond the edge, there is "nothingness" without any entity.

Duncan walked into the room and showed a friendly smile to Vanna: "Good afternoon, Vanna - I knocked on the door this time."

Fanna looked at the ghost captain who was walking into the room without saying a word, watched him walk to the wine cabinet next to him, took out a wine bottle and two wine glasses from it, and then watched him take his time. He came to the table and sat down on the armchair.

"You don't have enough evidence yet, but I guess Vision 001 actually has a 'lifetime,'" Vanna said seriously. "What the ancient kingdom of Crete left to future generations is not an eternal shelter.

It's just a temporary peace, and the sun above our heads is probably going to heal soon.

I thought for a moment after saying this, and then shook my head with some uncertainty: "Perhaps, even the Storm Cathedral will not give very clear feedback. The operation of the vision affects the entire world, and its strangeness is alarming. It’s not just a church of the deep.”

Duncan was silent for two seconds before gently nodding: "It's hard not to notice - although this is just a gap that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, for thousands of years, there have always been vigilant eyes paying attention to the operation of Vision 001. The church I noticed this disturbing situation immediately.”

Duncan didn't pay attention to Vanna's last words. I just turned to look out the window and asked my biggest question: "What is this glowing thing in the sky outside? Is it also your 'personal preference?'"

"There is some reference, but not entirely. I arranged it according to my personal preference," Fanna said unhurriedly, "Actually, I am not very good at weaving dreams. I hate entering ready-made dreams directly, but if you sleep You are very unsettled and your dreams are messy, so I have prepared a place for you to have a good rest."

I took a sip, frowned slightly, and looked up at Duncan: "There's no taste..."

I was still sitting in the moving steam car, and the tower and main building of the cathedral appeared in my field of vision.

"Even I'm not sure, Duncan," he finally broke the silence and looked into Duncan's eyes, "but she thinks this is just the beginning."

"It depends on the feedback from the Cathedral of Storms," ​​Duncan said sternly. "Plande can only report what it observes. We are not a research facility, and we can't think of any way to intervene in the anomaly. 001’s run.”

"Why don't you come and sit down?" Duncan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the young judge who was still standing near the window, and motioned to the empty seat across the table, "The expression on his face is not very good."

Fanna said seriously: "Family members caring for each other is the first step to maintaining family harmony."

Duncan was determined for a moment, and finally came to the opposite side of Vanna with a strange expression. He sat cautiously on the chair and watched the other person pour the wine. After a long time, he sighed: "Do you think it's more scary this way? ?”

Fanna remained serious: "Proper education and guidance is the first step."

At that time, I didn’t understand anything from that dream, but now, I seem to have learned something from that dream.

There was a hint of omen in the environment.

"The first thing," Fanna straightened her expression immediately and became a little more serious, "is about the sun - have you noticed its changes?"

"Sorry, I doubt you have to be friendly, but I'll just treat you as a coward," Vanna said awkwardly. After so few contacts and a series of incidents, her vigilance and caution towards the ghost captain were actually She has not changed a lot yet, but no matter what, even from a logical and rational point of view, she does not dare to carefully listen to the "knowledge" from the mouth of this subspace returner, "Let's talk about something else. Why are you looking for me?"

"Thank you," Duncan took the glass,

She looked firmly at the clear, slightly golden-red liquid inside. After hesitating for a long time, she put it aside temporarily. Then she raised her eyes and looked at the captain opposite, "There is another dream here - it's on the Lost Home." A certain room?"

Fanna pushed a glass of wine over: "It seems to be a good thing."

"More likely, the first fragments have fallen now, just out of sight of the civilized world."

Fanna didn't answer immediately. I was panting slightly and heard the voice of my subordinates coming from the front: "Ah, you're awake. Just in time, the cathedral is almost here."

Duncan: "..."

I shook my head and put aside this sudden thought for the time being: "What's the first thing you said?"

"As for when this evidence will arrive, before I finished speaking, Duncan suddenly became excited and said: "No! Thanks! "

Vanna was silent for a moment, looking out the window. She was silent in the moonlight for a long time before sighing and shaking her head: "That's right - I hate the too pale and cold light of the Creation of the World. It's not harsh enough. It makes people feel full. As for what you see now, you can't call it 'the moon.'

In my mind, I recalled this brief strange dream that I had had.

"...But I almost blew up the Seamist into a pile of scrap metal." Duncan reminded carefully.

"...Okay, it's always like this," Vanna shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Actually, it's just the most normal things and has nothing to do with subspace."

“Maybe there will be huge pieces falling from the sky, and it won’t be a countdown ticking.

Chilling and uneasiness spread in his heart. Duncan's eyes drooped slightly, hiding all the changes in his eyes. His hand slowly picked up the wine glass next to him, and subconsciously brought it to his mouth, as if he wanted to use alcohol to steady it. Check your own mood.

"Yes, I have been paying attention to that matter," Fanna said with emotion in her tone, "I have been wandering in the north for many years, and I have also contracted the bad habits of pirates. I usually only have a group of undead sailors for company, and my social habits are very bad. Weakness, coupled with the old incident of frost, has to make people worry about my mental state - in order to avoid turning into a lonely, weird and cynical weirdo, I need a little orderly interpersonal relationships..."

"Captain Tirian?" Duncan's heart moved, and he suddenly realized something, "Have you been paying attention to..."

Duncan said, as if he suddenly realized something, and looked up at Vanna: "I suddenly asked you to talk about this matter. Do you know something? Do you know what went wrong with Vision 001?"

"Is that so?" Fanna looked at Duncan in surprise, and then at the dreamland that she had been thinking about for a long time to arrange. Looking at these warm and daily furnishings and the wine glass in her hand that represented friendship, she wrinkled with uncertainty. Frowning, "Then I'll try a warmer color next time..."

Weird, inconsistent, and weird everywhere, Vanna felt more and more that the communication process between herself and Captain Duncan at this moment was full of indescribable weird feelings, but for some reason, she actually felt that it was not in this weird and inconsistent conversation. The ghost captain became "flesh and blood".

"Moon," Duncan expertly repeated this strange word that seemed to be a direct transliteration from an unknown language, "what a difficult name to call."

"Of course it doesn't taste good," Vanna laughed, giving a slight toast to Duncan, "because he's about to wake up.

"Are you interested in it?" Vanna looked at Duncan with a half-smile, "Then I can tell you the story behind the name. A chill slowly spread down his back, and Duncan felt like he was seeing something from the other person's eyes. came out with something extremely disturbing: “Just the beginning? "

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In the dream, huge bodies of light fell like meteor showers, and the whole world gradually turned into darkness. In the end, only the terrifying darkness was left in the sky, which looked like a hollow or a dying eyeball.

"There is a gap in its outer rune ring," Vanna said. "Looking at his expression, they should have noticed it."

"Do the guards never let up? I have a better impression of them," Vanna said, and suddenly asked, "Then what do they think of this?"

"Two things," Vanna looked into Duncan's eyes. "First, thank you for taking care of Tirian these two days. He seems to be enjoying his time in Purland."

Duncan paused and said, "Duncan is basically not just making random nonsense. He is just to further consolidate his image of "regaining human reason and intelligence" so as to facilitate dealing with Vanna and the "ordered civilization" behind him. However, Vanna But she didn't think it was nonsense. The eldest sister of the inquisitor was stunned as she listened to the ghost captain talking to her like an old father. After being stunned for a long time, she finally managed to say: "You still care about him..."

"I don't think it's a question of color..." Fanna felt her eyebrows twitching, but then she didn't know what to think of, and she sighed in confusion, "Well, at least I feel that I do feel your kindness, this The kindness is a bit scary, but I can more or less confirm its authenticity.”

Duncan suddenly opened his eyes. The sound of the waves outside the window gradually became quieter at some point, like a distant whisper, and the breeze blowing into the room also became faint.

When Fanna heard the other party mention "sun", her eyes changed slightly: "Are you referring to the sunrise that was delayed for seventeen minutes, or..."