He could no longer remember exactly what the bizarre geometric construct looked like. All he remembered was seeing a pseudo-geometric object that was difficult to describe, perceive directly, or observe, something composed of countless irregular structures that he could not distinguish as concave or convex. He could not even tell whether it could be called an "object."
The composition of this geometric form seemed inextricably linked to the logic of the layers between the Teaching Building, the Dormitory Building, and the Art Building, but beyond that, it had left no direct, clear impression in his perception.
To put it into words, it was that hazy sense of "I vaguely remember picking up a stone when I was little," yet no matter how hard you racked your brains over it, you could not recall a single detail about the stone.
As though it had only been a stone.
As though it had only been a geometric form.
As though it had only been "1+1=2."
As though everything... was supposed to be this way.
Lin Yi suddenly shuddered. A chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat poured off him.
"Fuck... the overwriting of cognition is everywhere, seeping into every crack..."
"Did I just... touch upon some mystery, only for everything related to it to be overwritten a step ahead of me the instant I touched it?"
He gathered his thoughts and glanced down at the Student Commemorative Coin.
This time, he committed the number he had failed to read clearly earlier to memory.
The number engraved on the Student Commemorative Coin was "Moon-X02305070323."
"Looks like this 'Moon-X02305070323' is effectively Maozi's Student ID number..."
"0507 means May 7, and 0323 means... 3:23?"
He noticed that the Grandfather Clock in the art office now read 3:36, but the Art Teacher had begun engraving