"So what kind of thing possesses humanity?"
The words stopped here; this was Ewen's final mystery for Bologue, as for the answer, Bologue already had a premonition.
Bologue folded the paper again and tucked it back into the pages of the book, closing that hefty tome, then he turned to his journal and picked up his pen to write.
"It has been three months since the reality fracture event, during this time everything has been calm, nothing has happened, peaceful days should be pleasing, but in this peace, I often feel uneasy, often waking up in the night.
The world is changing, I have no concrete evidence to prove it, but I can feel it, it is becoming a shape unfamiliar to me."
Bologue glanced at that book again, then continued to write.
"The only good thing recently is Ewen's new book release, publishers have called it 'The Swan Song of the Cobalt Jay,' at the time readers didn't understand what was happening, merely thinking it was Ewen's final work.
