240. Falling objects
Chapter 240 – Falling Objects
The Bright Star’s speed gradually decreased, and finally it cautiously stopped on the surface of the sea a few hundred meters away from the translucent “cliff” that emitted shimmering light.
However, the distance of several hundred meters is so worthless compared to the scale of that huge thing, visually, Luni still feels that the Radiant Star seems to have been pasted to the front of that “cliff”, in front of the grand geometry like a mountain almost with a crushing momentum, if it is an ordinary person standing here! …… I am afraid that I have long felt suffocated.
“…… really spectacular,” Clockwork Puppet can not help but tilt his head and sigh, “and very beautiful.”
The thing was indeed spectacular and beautiful, and if its weirdness was ignored, it could even be regarded as a magnificent spectacle, enough to inspire the greatest inspiration of a good artist in this life, or to make a poet make countless poems about this spectacle-
It was as if it were an angular mountain carved out of pale golden clear amber, or an extraordinarily regular geometric ice floe, which floated in the water emitting a dense mist of light, with the thin surrounding mist floating slowly around its surface, outlining a dreamy aura.
And all indications were that it was indeed “dreamlike” – it had no physical substance, and although it did exist there, it seemed to be a shadow of enormous proportions.
“Mistress,” Luni couldn’t help but look back, “what do you think it is?”
“…… I don’t know, all I know is that it fell from the sky.” Lucrecia frankly admitted her ignorance as she recalled the first time the Radiant Star had tracked the thing – just the day before yesterday, in the last hours of daylight, the cruising Radiant Star had observed a large, hazy, luminous body suddenly fall from the sky, tearing through the clouds and disappearing into the depths of the Border Sea, and since that time, she and her ship had been tracking the object.
She and her ship have been tracking it ever since, but she knows nothing about this phantom alien except for the obvious fact that it fell from the sky.
Lucrecia looked closely at the base of the massive geometry and confirmed something else:
It was light, very, very light, and it floated on the surface of the sea, with the lower part only slightly submerged in the water, but it was the slightest sign of submergence that indicated that this “phantom” looking object had a little bit of mass, and was not just a shadow.
There is a little bit of mass, it means that can be bound by the reality of the material …… with the power of the bright star ship, perhaps even can drag this thing away?
Would it be possible to tow it back to the frontiers of the civilized world and organize a real team of professionals to study it? The Explorers Society should be happy to help ……
But so much for the theory, how would it be accomplished in practice? What would it take to drag a huge, penetrable piece of phantom? Or was …… there a solid core deep within this glowing geometry, and that core structure was the source of its mass?
Lucrecia’s mind raced while Luni’s voice sounded beside her, “Shall we explore its interior?”
“Proceed with caution first.” Lucrecia said, raising her hand and biting her finger, a drop of blood seeped out from her fingertip, then slowly drifted towards the front, and when it was halfway to the front, it suddenly exploded with a bang, turning into an exaggerated cloud of smoke.
When the smoke cleared, another Lucrecia appeared in the cab – but it was only a ghostly phantom, dressed in a ghastly white, broken dress, with a dull, eerie face and a translucent texture, floating ghoulishly in mid-air.
Lucrecia nodded to the phantom, and without a word, the latter turned around and flew towards the “mountain” a few hundred meters away.
Luni watched this scene with a little nervousness, seeing the ghostly phantom flying over the misty sea, and disappearing silently inside the “mountain”.
Nothing happened.
“Mistress?” Lunie turned back to her master, “What’s in there?”
“Light and heat, it’s warm, but not scorching, bright, but not blinding …… There is no wind or waves inside, and the sea below seems to be calmer than ‘outside’,” Lucrecia said slowly while carefully sensing the information coming from the phantom doppelganger while saying slowly, “It seems safe now at least in the shallow area of the ‘mountain’, I’m accelerating towards the interior.”
Luni nodded, even though she was only a clockwork puppet, she had a “soul” that was closer to a human than any of the ship’s crew members, and at this moment, her nervousness surfaced, and she reached behind her back and turned her clockwork key twice, in this way, she relieved the slight shaking of the various parts of her body due to nervousness, and then waited for a long time, before she suddenly saw the mistress of the house. long time before she suddenly saw a change in her mistress’ expression.
Lucrecia frowned slightly and looked up ahead.
“I’ve reached the deepest part,” said the Sea Witch, “there’s a core.”
“A core? What kind?”
“It’s a huge ball of stone,” Lucrecia said with a somewhat odd expression, “or at least what looks like stone, grayish-white in color, with many regular grooves on the surface, about ten meters in diameter, suspended above the sea… …”
As she spoke, Lucrecia frowned and stared as if she was giving some kind of command to the spectral phantom that had entered the depths of the glowing geometry, before continuing, “Contactable, solid.”
“It’s an entity ……” Lunie was stunned for a moment, her years of experience together allowing her to quickly react to her Mistress’s meaning, “Are you trying to …… drag it drag it back?”
“The elf scholars in Lightwind Harbor should be interested in this thing,” Lucrecia said calmly, “The patterns on the surface of that stone sphere carry obvious patterns and imply complex geometric structures, I guess …… those who are good at math should be able to tell something from it. people should be able to tell something from it.”
“Then how are we supposed to ‘drag’ this thing back?” Luni looked at her mistress with some dismay, “With a rope or chain strong enough? There’s a spare anchor rope on board, but it might not be long enough – the projected portion of that luminous body is so large that I’m afraid the distance from here to its core is more than the limit of the anchor rope ……”
Lucrecia looked at the glowing “mountain” in silence for half a minute, and then, as if making up her mind, “Let’s go in and pull it.”
“…… Are you serious?” “I’m curious.”
“…… Okay, you’re serious.”
……
Duncan slept in the captain’s quarters of the Lost Country and had a brief and bizarre dream.
It was incredible, his body didn’t need much sleep, let alone dreaming, and in fact he hadn’t had a dream since he arrived on this ship – he’d had a few messy, trivial dreams in the Prendergium, but nothing like this one! In the body of Prender, he had had a few messy and trivial dreams, but they had never been as clear and impressive as the short and strange dream he had this time.
In his dream, he saw shooting stars, shooting stars that suddenly appeared in the middle of the day.
He stood at the bow of the Lost Country ship, the ship was dead silent, neither could he hear the raucous noise of the goat head in his head nor the clamor of Alice’s daily fights with buckets and mops on the deck, and even the entire infinite sea was silent, there were no waves, no wind.
It was as if the entire world had fallen into dead silence, and in the midst of that silence, huge luminous bodies fell from the sky – equally silent.
The luminous bodies fell one after another, falling on the calm surface of the Infinite Sea, obviously an incomparably huge falling object, but the same did not provoke a little bit of movement, as if the phantom fell on another phantom, and those luminous bodies gradually became like rain falling, and eventually turned into a horrible and grotesque meteor shower – countless light bodies gradually spread out over the entire surface of the sea, surrounding the Lost Country in a blaze of light.
However, the sky darkened a little bit with the fall of countless bodies of light, and at the end of the dream, the meteor shower gradually stopped, and the sky had become pitch black.
Duncan looked up at the end of the dream and saw only a dark red mottled, ghastly void in the sky, as if the remaining fire in the darkness had not yet been extinguished, like a dying pupil of the eye quietly overlooking all things on earth.
Duncan’s eyes snapped open, the deep impression left by the absurd and strange dream still strongly lingering in his mind.
He was shocked that he could be dreaming aboard a ship, and even more shocked at the strange sights he had seen in his dream- the
The silent world, the silent meteors, the dark and dead sky, and the ghastly emptiness like the pupil of an eye overlooking the earthly world …… Why did he dream of such a strange scene? And what was the meaning behind this dream?
Duncan slowly calmed his breath and sat up from the bed, rubbing his forehead with some annoyance.
In this strange and boundless sea, on the Lost Country, he couldn’t believe that the dream was just a dream – something must have influenced him, or his “intuition” had sensed something that made him see that scene in his dream.
He frowned slightly in his troubled thoughts.
Could it have something to do with the “World Countdown” that he had just learned about? Was it related to the “truth” about the end of the world that the crazy “Captain Duncan” had come across a hundred years ago?
Is it because I suddenly learned about this information and made a connection, or is it because the memories left in this body suddenly stirred up? Is his contact with Tirion and Lucrecia related to this dream?
Duncan gently tapped his forehead, and then extended his hand to the bottle of wine on the cabinet next to him, ready to use the power of alcohol to calm down his mood, but just as he reached out his hand, his eyes swept over the wall clock on the wall not too far away, and his movement then stopped.
The hands on the wall clock stood still.
It stood still at the moment when there was one minute to go before sunrise.
The window was dim, the glow of dawn was not visible, but neither was the cool glow brought by the creation of the world.
The flame of the oil lamp in the bedroom was the only “active thing” still burning calmly, but the light it emitted was vaguely pale, making the illumination of the whole room look a bit strange.
Duncan’s eyes swept calmly over it all, taking in all the unusual phenomena.
The situation is obviously not right …… Is he still in a dream?
He quickly ruled that out – he could still tell the difference between whether he was dreaming or not when his consciousness returned to him.
Duncan frowned, controlling the urge to push open the window and take a look at the situation outside the ship, and instead got up and walked towards the wooden door of his bedroom.
First, he would go to the chart room and see if Goathead knew what was going on.
He pushed open the door leading to the chart room and gazed over to the nautical table that housed the charts and the goat’s head.
Goathead wasn’t there.
(End of chapter)