There were murals left by Ouroboros here, too!
The mural had no river representing a fate loop, only fish plunged headfirst into the mud, symbolizing Plagued by Misfortune.
So this was the dream of that fellow called Anderson? He came into contact with the mural in reality, then suffered a run of bad luck?
Gathering his thoughts, he looked at Anderson, who had quietly edged a few steps aside, seemingly wary of him and Cyril, and casually asked:
"Why did you come here?"
Anderson glanced at him. "I'm a treasure hunter. What do you think?"
Klein nodded slightly, then pointed toward the dark passage beyond the reach of the light at the far end of the hall and asked again:
"Do you know what's back there?"
Without even turning his head, Anderson said, "No. At least a third of our companions formed a team to explore it, but they never came back."
"Another third went ahead to explore it in the dream. They never came back either."
Klein's gaze swept the area around him. What about the remaining third, then? Or did your team only have three people altogether?
While he was inwardly making that quip, he heard Cyril ask:
In a cabin aboard the Future, Cyril slowly opened his eyes. Bright, warm sunlight streamed naturally through the window, painting the sky and sea gold.
After looking around for a while, he withdrew his gaze and reached out to give the air a gentle push.
Dazzling motes of starlight flew out of the void and rapidly intertwined, outlining an Illusory Door covered in mysterious patterns and symbols.
Beyond the door, an illusory, brilliant starry sky seemed to shimmer.
One of the illusory stars seemed drawn to him. It suddenly brightened and drew steadily closer until it passed through the Illusory