Convention - Ch. 0 Prologue
I am a painter, Huang Yuan — an ordinary patient at the hospital. I know there is an outside world, but I don’t know what the outside world is like.
The beautiful scenery in the oil painting is the outside world, the life of others in the projector is also the outside world, and my dream …… may also be the outside world.
So I never thought of leaving this place …… until this day, between roaring flare, she reached out her hand to me.
Walking between the ruined walls, those absurd and bloody scenes are no surprise to me.
This is a dream, anything can happen, crazy crowds, brutal killings, in the context of this decadence, everything looks so reasonable, so appropriate.
This is not a lifeless world …… but a world where all life goes towards destruction on its own, a world of unparalleled madness.
I am well aware that I was in a dream, standing alone under that gray sky …… because this was not my first time.
Stepping over the small puddle composed of blood, I turned a deaf ear to the moaning and screaming that was occurring on both sides of the road. Nobody can stop these things, and they do not want to stop them. In past dreams, I have tried to intervene in these ongoing atrocities, but both the perpetrators and the victims ignored me as if I did not exist. The abusers continued to abuse, the wailers continued to wail, swords clanged, flesh and blood burst out, and the sounds were endless, one after another.
Occasionally some guy beside me would accidentally get blood on me and my clothes would get wet, making it very unpleasant to wear. Only at such times did the perpetrator seem to notice me, say something to me in a voice that sounded like it had been infinitely accelerated, and move on to their next victim.
I couldn’t understand what they were saying …… but there was no doubt that they were speaking to me, and the apocalyptic whispers were enough to send chills down the spine. From the horrific shape of the building to the east and in the west, the sky is gradually white, the shadow cast by the ruins also becomes more and more sticky, as if one careless step into it will be trapped like a swamp.
And this is a sign that this dream will end – the sun is coming out and ‘she’ is coming.
‘She’ always appears somewhere high up, coming along with the slowly rising sun. I don’t know exactly who ‘she’ is, although I’ve seen her many times, I’ve never seen her gesture in this blinding backlight. The only thing I could tell was the color of her outline, which was the same low pure color as this gray world.
It’s like the whim of a master oil painter, using pencil or carbon sticks to scribble on paper without care ……
And ‘she’ is the end of the dream, whenever she appears this dream will also come to an abrupt end. Sometimes I have this feeling that the reason I wander in the dream is all to find her. And ‘she’, the reason for appearing in this dream is also to wait for me …… but I do not understand the meaning.
“Who are you ……? Where is this …… place?”
I don’t know how many times I repeated such a question, but never got a positive answer, whether it was the people conducting the slaughter …… or ‘she’. The only clue was the words ‘she’ spoke at the moment when the sun rose to its highest point, opening her lips lightly. And at that moment, the dream came to an abrupt end.
‘She’ finitely wants to tell me something, unlike those who are drenched in blood, ‘she’ can indeed sense me, but all the words in this world seem to be cursed with infinite acceleration, no matter how many times, all I hear is a series of illogical and extremely fast tones …… What was ‘she’ trying to tell me? — I repeat this meaningless thought over and over again every time before my consciousness fades to darkness ……