Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

"You gave me something delicious to eat today, so I want to give you something delicious to eat too..."

As that memory crumbled, darkness enveloped the surroundings.

The gray-haired girl turned to face Wein, holding a solid block in her hand, and said softly:

"Open your mouth and taste this."

Wayne was stunned. His vision was completely dark, and even his five senses were blurred.

I didn't dare to speculate in my mind, so I just opened my mouth directly.

As he spoke, he put the solid mass into Wayne's mouth.

He smiled and said, "Alright, chew it a couple of times and you can swallow it."

Wayne felt the solid mass in his mouth; it was cylindrical in shape, soft to the touch, and sweet, like some kind of gummy candy.

He chewed it briefly, the sweetness bursting in his mouth, and swallowed it without daring to think about it too much.

He asked expectantly, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Wayne nodded: It's delicious, very sweet.

He was satisfied: "Alright, close your eyes, then open them again."

Wei En did as instructed.

Close your eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a series of sensations of weightlessness and falling came over me, as if I were falling from the clouds into an abyss, and my internal organs were churning.

A moment later, a chilling aura seeped into the bones.

Then open your eyes again.

He saw that he was in a dark place.

Underfoot were bluestone slabs, with gray liquid seeping from the cracks, carrying a putrid smell.

Beside me were twisted, withered trees and white paper banners, rustling in the wind.

The murky river flowed silently, without any reflection, deathly still without a single ripple.

In the distance, a thick gray fog, shrouded in a somber green, obscured the view.

Countless phantoms wandered in the mist like ghosts of the dead, some with their heads bowed and eyes downcast, some looking around blankly, some sobbing and whimpering, and occasionally a sudden roar would break the silence.

Wayne stood there, somewhat dazed.

This is the scene from my dream where He was standing on a dark blue stone bridge, waving.

But now, His figure has vanished.

"So where exactly is this?"

Hazy.

In the desolation.

Alone.

Wayne looked around. The surroundings were shrouded in gray fog. There was no sun, no moon, no stars, no landmarks, and no sense of direction.

"What does He want me to do by bringing me here?"

Gradually, an inexplicable pull seemed to arise within the eerie greenish-gray mist.

That pull seemed to be pointing the way.

Wayne didn't wander off on his own; he simply quietly felt the pull.

A moment later, I had a strange feeling about that pulling sensation.

That seemed to be an end, a destination, a place to escape all torment and pain...

It also seems like a beginning, a rebirth, a chance to break free from the shackles of the past and start afresh...

This contradictory yet wonderful feeling gradually relaxed Wayne's tense mind.

A cool breeze was blowing.

Wayne felt that he should head in that direction; that direction was right, that was the direction he should strive for.

"I want to go there; going there is the right thing to do."

So he took a step, following the pull of the current, past the withered trees and paper banners, and into the gray fog.

Visibility became even narrower in the gray fog.

Countless sobs, like those of the dead, rose and fell, some roaring, venting anger and resentment; some weeping, expressing regret and unwillingness; some murmuring, telling of obsession and longing.

As Wei En walked slowly, listening to the sobbing sounds around him, a deep and complex emotion welled up in his heart.

That was sorrow, that was grief, that was sadness...

Those emotions pierced his heart...

In a blur.

He felt a stinging pain in his eyes and a burning sensation around them. When he reached out to touch them, he realized that his face was already covered in tears.

Tears dripped onto the bluestone slab, mingling with the gray liquid.

They walked on through the gray fog, amidst the sobs.

He didn't know how long he had walked. He felt his legs were sore, his tears had dried up, and even his emotions were numb.

But he knew in his heart that he was pursuing that direction and he couldn't stop.

He continued until he emerged from the eerie green mist, where his view suddenly opened up.

Ahead, a semi-transparent glass walkway hangs suspended in the air, glowing faintly with a fluorescent light, rising from the ground and reaching straight into the sky.

In the sky, there is a waterfall flowing backwards, a hanging ring of stars, and a sea of ​​flowers stretching as far as the eye can see.

The surrounding buildings and pavilions are symmetrical, like mirror images. The ancient pavilion on the ground has an identical one hanging upside down in the sky, connected by black iron chains, with copper bells hanging between them. When touched by the spirits of the dead, the bells ring.

Wei En was stunned for a moment, the numbness in his heart dissipated, and was replaced by shock and bewilderment.

"Such a beautiful sight, such a familiar scene, I feel like I've heard something similar before..."

So, without any destination in mind, Wayne simply followed the pull and stepped onto the semi-transparent glass walkway that was suspended in the air.

He walked towards higher ground.

The boardwalk beneath his feet glowed with a faint blue light, and each spot of light seemed to transform into his face, clinging to him like fireflies.

The sea of ​​flowers on both sides reflected Wayne's emotions, gradually changing between blood red, dark blue, and silver white, while at the same time making way for Wayne like retracted tendrils.

He looked up and gazed ahead.

In the distance, the waterfall, flowing backwards, hangs like a melting Milky Way, its deep purple and dark green hues never touching the ground, resembling a liquid aurora river.

On the river, there is an empty paper-made awning boat with a transparent bottom, shimmering in the water.

Beneath the river's surface, layers upon layers of human-shaped pebbles seem to lie submerged. If you look at them for too long, you might feel that those human-shaped pebbles exude a suffocating stillness, like corpses.

Wayne left the glass walkway and boarded a covered boat on the Aurora River.

Drifting on the river in a covered boat.

Beneath the river lay a cold, lifeless corpse, while the surface reflected all his happy moments.

Wayne simply stared blankly at the river, letting happy memories of the past surge up, and unconsciously revealed a slight smile.

The boat then anchored on the shore and remained motionless for a long time.

Wei En kept staring at the river, his eyes full of longing. He leaned forward slightly, getting a little closer to the river as he watched the warmth flowing across its surface.

Actually, sinking into the river to embrace happiness is also a viable option.

After an unknown amount of time, Wayne regained the pulling sensation and realized he needed to disembark.

"Although I don't know what to do, the direction is still there, and I want to go there."

So, supporting his weary body, he shook off his lingering attachment to happiness, his eyes gradually becoming vacant, and stepped onto an ancient, dark blue stone bridge.

The bridge is mottled and covered with intricate patterns.

In my dream, He was standing on this bridge, waving.

As Wei En stepped onto the dark blue stone bridge, he felt that every step was extremely difficult.

But that pulling sensation was very close.

He stepped across the dark blue stone bridge and walked towards the star ring at the edge of the sky.

That's the direction.

The suspended star ring hangs diagonally in the air, displaying six layers of colors: white, red, yellow, green, gray, and black. It rotates slowly, like a boiling pot of colorful oil, inspiring awe and wonder.

In a hazy state of consciousness, Wayne walked toward the star ring, toward the end of this world.

It's very far, very far.

It took a very long time, maybe a day, maybe two days, maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years...

He could no longer feel his legs, nor could he feel any emotions.

Why am I here?