This eyeball-in fact, from the perspective of the person in the painting, there was no way to discern any sign that it existed as an eyeball.
It was simply too enormous, so enormous that it exceeded the range the sinking figure's visual domain could encompass.
From the perspective of the sinking figure in the painting, the eyeball was infinitely magnified. Lin Yi leaned a little closer to the painting, and then he seemed to make out the patterns within it.
The patterns of its iris seemed to have been replaced by the interlocking teeth of some kind of gears, filled with an indescribable sense of order. Yet beyond those teeth, that order began to collapse, spreading all the way into the pupil before finally merging with the dark tides...
Painter No. 3's brushwork was highly realistic, but taken to its extreme, that realism revealed a sense of collapse and dislocation utterly at odds with reality. The exceedingly limited light and shadow intertwined in the lower-left corner to form the painting's name-
It was a string of distorted writing, its scrawl tinged with madness, like words a suffering person had carved into their own flesh with a dagger.
The instant Lin Yi saw those words, a low, trembling voice, restrained to the utmost, slowly reached his ears...
[I... saw... you!!]
At the same time, Lin Yi suddenly felt the world spin. It was as though he had lost all sense of gravity, and he plunged headfirst into the painting.
"Hah... hah..."
Endless wind carried gray mist against Lin Yi's face, little by little. The sparse moisture was like shattered waves. Dizziness swept through his mind, and in his daze, he seemed to glimpse a dark world that defied reason through the fog.
An enormous whirlpool appeared in the pitch-black ocean. Heavy