After an indeterminate amount of time, another sound finally reached his ears, an ancient chant that resembled a song or a poem:
[Rør ved mine dypblå pupiller...sprekker mitt stjerneskelett...forsyner min råmåne...]
[Brenn min beinflammende ild...gjør min bølgeornament uendelig...knuser min minnestav...]
[Bind min tidskokong...sluk min navn...begrav min uoppdrettede katastrofe...]
[...great stars...]
[...great stars...]
...
As this ancient chant appeared, the countless swift images finally calmed down, and once again, he returned to the endless darkness...
「What is this...?!」
Lin Yi was taken aback; this chant... why did it seem so familiar?
He quickly adjusted his state and began to listen carefully to each note within it. Gradually, these cautionary symbols started to appear in his mind, and he began to grasp their meanings...
[Rør ved mine dypblå pupiller... sprekker mitt stjerneskelett...forsyner min råmåne...]
