Identifying the structure was easy enough, but the contents of the rapidly fluttering pages were already too much for the low-quality footage to capture clearly. Ronan could only make out that the writing was extremely, extremely messy, with many blank spaces. There seemed to be very few fully formed strings of handwriting...
Eventually, however, the flipping notebook stopped on its first page—or, more precisely, its title page. Here, relatively complete and clear content appeared for the first time.
Most importantly, it was still so familiar:
It was a set of hand-drawn geometric figures: a Regular Tetrahedron combined with its inscribed and circumscribed spheres. Beneath the figures were four short lines, sixteen characters in all.
Ronan would never forget them, even in death:
My Heart is a Prison, My Heart is the Furnace;
My Heart is the Mirror, My Heart is the Kingdom.
These were the Sixteen-Word Formula that Ronan had engraved into his soul since the age of ten, along with the Format Theory diagram used for visualization.
Looking at those alone, they were almost exactly identical to the contents on every page of the Paged Notebook Ronan kept at home, except that the handwriting was a little messier.
In fact, it was not just that.
On this page, the most meaningful and identifiable one they had seen so far, the most glaring things were the chaotic lines scrawled carelessly across it, some of which had already cut through the paper.
At first glance, they looked like signs of intense dissatisfaction with what had been written, or perhaps a simple emotional outburst.
But Ronan already had a preconceived impression. Once he examined them carefully, he quickly discovered that those chaotic lines also followed a pattern. They were handwriting too!
It was just that the disorderly, trembling strokes had left the