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Dusk in Backlund was always replaced by dim clouds and drizzling rain. Physically and mentally exhausted, Klein held down his half top hat, hunched slightly, and hurried through the wet streets, returning to 15 Minsk Street under the light of the gas streetlamps.
After a brief rest, he took advantage of the dim surroundings to walk four steps counterclockwise and enter Above the Gray Fog.
Ever since advancing to Sequence 6, Faceless, he had wanted to check whether anything had changed in that mysterious space. However, he had been too tired last night to wake up during the night, and had spent the day outside being "busy," so he had only now found the opportunity.
In addition, Klein needed to eliminate interference and divine something.
After this advancement, while his spirituality was still unstable, he had not heard that illusory murmuring of "Hornacis... Flegrea... Hornacis... Flegrea" again!
He wanted to find out whether this was a natural change brought about by advancing to Sequence 6, or whether there was some other reason.
Inside the grand, magnificent palace, the mottled Bronze Long Table and twenty-two high-backed chairs bearing different symbols stood quietly, seemingly unchanged since time immemorial.
The gray fog beneath them and the endless emptiness around them were the same.
Yet the moment Klein entered, his spiritual intuition keenly detected a slight difference in the mysterious space.
He did not rush to explore or experiment. Calming himself, he sat at the head of the table, conjured a pen and paper, and wrote a divination statement:
"The reason I did not hear the murmuring after advancing."
Holding the paper and quietly repeating the statement, Klein leaned back in his chair and, with the aid of meditation, quickly entered a dream.
Amid a gray sky and earth, images flickered before finally