The world spun. After a violent bout of dizziness, Clark found himself back at the Kent family farm.
He had no idea what was happening. He could only stand helplessly amid the ruins, looking around in confusion. The last words that officer had said to him echoed in his mind. He had heard them, but he could not understand them.
"Find..." He heard another voice. "Go find..."
"Find what?!" he asked.
"Go look..."
Anger swallowed his reason once more. Clark let out a roar, slammed his fist into the wall, and shouted, "Tell me!!! What am I supposed to find!!!"
No one answered him. Just like the night the lamb had died, he stood alone in the wheat field. Everything around him was so quiet that it seemed as though even the wind had ceased to exist. Even his roar was like listening to Earth's pulse from beyond the infinite universe—so faint it was insignificant.
People always heard the echoes within their hearts more clearly in moments of despair. In all things, with every choice, they could always hear that unseen voice amid boundless turmoil and tidal waves of emotion. But when it came to death alone, people always drowned in silence and vanished without a sound. Death was what first taught humanity the power of "forever."
Clark ran out, out of the Kent family farm and onto the road outside. But just as he crossed the road, he discovered an invisible wall there. No matter how he pounded on it or called out, the towering wall did not budge.
Then he realized that the farm was surrounded by transparent walls like this. He could not leave at all. He roared at the sky, kept asking questions, and ran without stopping, but none of it did any good.
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