The two monks were pushed away without any resistance, and they froze completely amidst the sound like a whale's cry.
The sound should be described as a vibration that spreads in all media, gushing out of a deep well and spreading in all directions in an instant.
While the eardrum is being scraped, the skeletal muscles also resonate with the dull rhythm, which can even cause the internal organs to tremble and the blood flow to stagnate, making the person feel that the entire stomach is spasming and vomiting, and transient blackness appears in front of the eyes.
Green was no exception. He noticed the change in the sound of the water in advance, which bought him critical reaction time. He relied on the inertia of starting first to push the two away from where they were, preventing them from splitting into two parts like stone steps passing through a ravine. or more.
The torch slipped from the loose palm, went out in the water, and was rolled down the steps.
They fell into the cold wave and used the last bit of strength to hold up their upper bodies to avoid soaking the items they carried, but they still inevitably lost part of their lighting reserves.
When the sound coming from the giant well came to an end, his body gradually broke away from the nauseating tremors, but the surging sensation of body fluids still made Green feel like his entire body was like an overripe berry, with uncontrollable liquefied substances flowing under his thin skin.
The extinguishing of the torch allowed them to completely enter the range of light that seemed to be missing some elements, and they had a more intuitive understanding of it.
It is the minimal explanation of the concept of light. It has no meaning except that it allows the eyeballs to receive the outline of the surrounding scene, and is too weak to be understood.
But there are many of them, and they should come from a huge luminous body, evenly emitting a decaying atmosphere that seems to come from another extremely barren and weird world.
At the same time, it also means that the thing that made the roaring sound like a whale has not gone away, and the hammering of the waterfall has not shaken it at all. It is indeed just following its inherent trajectory like a celestial body.
Interpreting these contents intuitively made him instinctively think of the habit of fishes surfacing on rainy days; rocks and lake beds do not float, they are the backbone of something huge and huge.
The sound of the water is still changing slightly, rising unswervingly against the hammering of the waterfall.
"Stand still." He said the reminder as clearly as possible, controlling the volume of his voice, for fear of causing any possibility of disturbing the thing. Although this would not happen at all with the loud sound of water, it was not easy to overcome the fear of his own imagination. .
They felt a vibration again. This time the vibration did not come from the air, but from the solid stone under their feet.
The hall shifted slightly visually, and at the moment when the tremor arrived, it did not look like a building made of rock, but a wooden box with loose nails that could collapse at any time.
Some small things fell off and fell from above. It was also at this time that Green saw the ceiling of this hall for the first time. He could vaguely make out a round carving that occupied the entire dome, with a long spindle-shaped line in the middle. Across it, there are cracks that are hard to tell whether they are original or caused by impact vibration.
After this impact, the pale light finally began to converge, retreating from the mist like an ebbing tide, leaving only a layer covering the bottom of the hall, rising and falling with the water waves, and the moss between the stones was bathed in this rare light.
There was a vague and long-lasting sucking sound from the well, which was a huge amount of water pouring back to fill the cavity left by something sinking.
"What is that?"
Asking the companions from the same dark place, they did not rush to restore the light, but asked a question that was destined to remain unanswered.
Green searched for the knowledge left by his recent encounter.
If he could, he would use all the abstract rhetoric he had learned in grammar class, but it was neither precise nor adequate to describe his immediate feelings.
If he had to say something, he would say that it was a dead moon, or part of its remains, coming to life, approaching as the water level rose, peering into the outside world through a hexagonal hole that was too narrow for it.
There was no reason, he just felt like this. His always keen intuition independently provided a cobbled-together impression of things within his cognition.
The impression is carved into the mind in a revelatory way, forming an imaginary picture that is almost realistic.
"I don't know." Green didn't know what he was talking about, and tried to hold down his trembling hands, forcing them to fumble for a kindling wrapped in paper and burn it.
"Hurry up, we must find them before the rain gets heavy."
From the faces of the two men, he saw a look of fear, retreat, and unreasonable expression. Whatever it was, the remaining dim light was proof that it had not completely gone away.
"Will it come back?"
"I don't know, but we'd better find them before the rain gets heavier, otherwise the water flow may wash them away like mud." Glancing at the hexagonal wellhead, he stepped forward with his wet legs. Cross the ravine.
They had appeared suddenly and inexplicably a few minutes ago, with smooth facets and sharp edges.
Green felt that he might have realized the reason why a certain professor always seemed to have reservations. Some things were fundamentally impossible to describe their logic and occurrence to people who had not experienced it personally.
"Let's go, we've stayed here long enough."
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"It seems we have to stay here for a while." Kraft picked up the wine glass filled with orange juice, took a sip and gave Yvonne a glass as well.
Although he had been mentally prepared for the weather change, he never thought that the weather, which he thought would be just showers, lasted much longer than expected, and had a tendency to get worse.
In this kind of weather, the road surface is obviously not suitable for carriages without anti-skid and shock absorption functions.
Frances showed up at the right time and invited everyone to stay for the planned dinner and stay overnight.
It was not yet completely dark, but the servants were already lighting the large candlesticks on the dining table. The band also moved indoors to continue playing, changing to a fast-paced song that was inexplicably in tune with the rhythm of the dense raindrops.
Dishes that require two people to work together and are more decorative than practical are brought to the table.
The chef comes to the table and demonstrates the work to the guests layer by layer with an anatomical smoothness.
Inside the roasted pig with crispy and oily skin, a lamb is stuffed, and the gaps are filled with spices and vegetables.
The chef dismembered the most tender lamb chops on both sides and distributed them to everyone's plates on the spot. He also took out a whole roast goose from the sheep's belly, with an apple stuffed into the goose head's mouth.
The nearest lecturer almost choked to death on the undercooked mutton when he was given the apple. Fortunately, Kraft noticed something strange in time, strangled his upper abdomen from behind, and performed the Heimlich maneuver on the spot.
And when everyone thought that the chef's job was over, the matryoshka master took out a roasted whole rabbit from the sheep's belly, and then took out a squab from the roasted whole rabbit, claiming that this concentrated the essence of the dish.
The host Frances divided the unlucky pigeon among the guests according to their seating position.
When she was assigned to Kraft's side, as expected, she "accidentally" cut something hard with a crisp sound.
It was a gilt silver hair ornament embellished with peridots, and it was awarded to the lucky person who happened to be assigned this piece - Yvonne.
Finally, the chef was honored to announce the name of the dish, "The Pursuit of Truth," inspired by the professors' career in peeling back layers to gain valuable inside knowledge.
At least half of the people stopped eating, looking weird, and the atmosphere of the banquet was very awkward for a while.
No one noticed that a hurried waiter entered the venue and conveyed some news to Frances. The latter in turn conveyed the news to Craft, who had not touched the main course and drank his third glass of juice.
Kraft nodded in astonishment, quietly and quickly stood up and left the table.