On the morning of the fourteenth day, the wind became stronger. The airflow on the platform continued to blow from the northeast, and the force was stronger than the previous days. Lin Chen stood on the east edge and felt the wind continuously pushing his body. He adjusted his standing posture to adapt to the wind pressure, and completed breathing exercises in the gaps between the wind. He did not deliberately resist the direction of the wind, but just let his body naturally adjust its center of gravity when the wind pressure changed.
As he walked towards the stone door along the narrow path, the moss on the walls on both sides was darker than yesterday, as if it had absorbed more moisture. The light coming from the gap on the inside of the stone door was brighter than usual, as if a new light source had been turned on in the room. When he pushed open the stone door and entered sideways, he saw in the room Yang stood still and noticed that there were traces on the wall that he had never seen before - like some lines, which appeared darker than the surrounding color on the gray-white wall, as if they had been painted on by someone, but the lines themselves were not raised, and were more like lines that penetrated below the stone surface.
He walked closer to the nearest wall and observed the lines. The direction of the lines was similar to some of the arcs on the old map he had seen before, and they narrowed as they approached the bends, as if the person drawing the lines maintained a consistent rhythm when writing. He walked along the wall for a while and found that the lines were not isolated. There were similar lines extending in other locations on the wall, as if they were depicting different parts of the same area at different locations.
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He felt that the airflow in his body was synchronized when it came into contact with those lines, as if the direction of the lines and the airflow created a brief resonance in his perception. He stood in front of the wall and noticed that one of the lines bifurcated as it approached a branch line - one continued to extend forward, and the other turned to a different direction and disappeared at the corner of the wall. He took a step closer to the wall, and when he took this step, he felt that the airflow in his body was also moving synchronously, as if guiding his attention to focus in that direction.
He stood in front of that wall for a while until the airflow returned to the flow pattern when he first entered. He walked around the wall and found that there were similar distribution of lines on other walls, but with different densities - the wall facing the entrance had the least lines, while the wall on the left had the densest lines.
When he walked out of the stone door, Mr. Popo was standing at the door, holding the stone piece in his hand. "It changed while you were away." Mr. Popo handed the stone piece over, "Look at its surface."
Lin Chen took the stone piece. A layer of light gray texture appeared on the surface of the stone piece. It was not the natural texture before, but more like the imprint left by something on the surface. He turned the stone piece over and looked at the back. The concave position on the back also had some changes. The color difference on the edge was more obvious than before, as if it was creating some correspondence with the texture on the front of the stone piece. He touched the depression with his hand and felt that the temperature was slightly higher than the surrounding area, as if something was slowly heating underneath.
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Mr. Popo retracted his hand. "The patterns on the murals and the stone flakes are very similar in shape. The contact you had inside may have prompted some kind of interaction between them. The formation of this interaction requires enough time and contact, and it is gradually taking shape."
Lin Chen put the stone flakes into his pocket and walked back to his residence. The wind was blowing from the edge of the platform, blowing the edge of the fabric in his pocket. The fabric made a slight flapping sound in the wind. He felt that the stone flakes were continuing to radiate heat through the fabric. The temperature was slightly lower than when he was indoors. He opened the door to his residence and placed the stone pieces on the table next to the wooden box without putting them back into the box. He stood by the window, and the clouds in the distance were moving slowly, and the color at the bottom was lighter than in the afternoon, as if it was being penetrated by light.
He felt that the airflow in his body was slowly adjusting with the direction of the wind, as if he had learned to make fine adjustments under the guidance of the wind. He did not deliberately control it, but just let it adapt naturally with the changes in the environment. On the distant skyline, that slender light was appearing, and this time its trajectory was smaller than It was closer to the horizon than before, like an object flying along a fixed route. It brightened briefly as it approached the horizon, and then gradually dimmed. After the light disappeared at the edge of the clouds, the edge of his vision also became quieter, as if the sky had truly entered night after the light left.