After leaving the bar, Caelus flipped through the notebook in his hand. The records regarding the Enigmata had indeed become richer, but unfortunately, many things were still vague. After all, Gallagher himself was not a person who truly existed, but someone pieced together from bits and pieces of various people by a Fictional Historian walking the Path of Enigmata. It was hard to say how much connection he had with that Fictional Historian, so he really could not expect too much from the records of the Enigmata obtained from him.
"The Enigmata is an Aeon born to restrict Nous. Erudition wants to turn everything in the world into the known, while the Enigmata believes that the unknown must be preserved for the universe. Thus, the game between the two sides has gone on for who knows how long. However, for matters at such a high level, I'm afraid one can only find a little data at the Garden of Recollection."
Caelus knew that, regarding the many secrets and stories of this universe, if he really wanted to understand the general picture, he would probably have to visit the Garden of Recollection. It was just that the place was not easy to enter.
Temporarily suppressing the thought of robbing the Garden of Recollection, Caelus left the Golden Hour. The anchors he was setting up across the Twelve Moments were almost complete. He needed to finish quickly so he could go to the deeper dreamscape and make his preparations there.
The Astral Express was tracking the traces of the three Trailblazer predecessors who had once stayed in Penacony while searching for the rumored legacy of the Watchmaker. At this moment, they did not yet know that their predecessor Mikhail was the legendary Clockmaker.
Of course, these matters were not particularly important at the moment, so everyone was basically playing in Penacony while looking for a few traces.
The story of Stelle and Firefly was naturally unfolding as well, with the plot progressing steadily. It was believed that before long, Stelle, who was currently immersed in the joyful atmosphere of a date, would witness this newly met friend die before her eyes.
To enter the deep dreamscape, one had to die within the dream. That was the ticket to the deep dreamscape, Dreamflux Reef, and that Memory Zone Meme, also known as Death, was equivalent to a bus.
It was just that the method it used to take people into the dreamscape looked a bit terrifying.
However, Caelus did not use that so-called bus at all. He had fixed memory anchors within the Twelve Moments, and through the resonance generated by those memory anchors, he directly scanned the entire dream world. He found the weak nodes between the surface dreamscape and the deep dreamscape, then tore through the surface world and entered the depths.
Caelus was currently standing in front of three tombstones.
"Mikhail, Tiernan, Razalina..."
Caelus slightly sensed the residual memory traces left on these tombstones by the person who had erected them.
He realized that these three were the Trailblazers who had remained on Penacony, and that Mikhail should be the prototype for Clockie, as well as the renowned Watchmaker.
Caelus looked up ahead, where a hidden existence at a deeper level resided. According to Elio's script, it said that he would receive a legacy from his predecessors after experiencing a series of events and unraveling layer upon layer of mysteries.
That legacy was right in front of him, but it was a gift left by former Trailblazers for their successors, so Caelus did not intend to touch it.
It did not belong to him.
Of course, there was no sense of loss or grievance in this. After all, he would soon be seizing this wonderful dreamland that the old predecessors had created for his own use.
Thinking about it, it felt a little embarrassing.
After thinking seriously, Caelus took a few bags of snacks out of his storage space, then took out a few flowers and placed them in front of the tombstones. After looking at them, he felt something was still missing. Suddenly, a glowing light bulb appeared above his head. Yes, in a literal, visible sense.
Then he took out a few bottles of ice-cold cola and placed them in front of the tombstones.
Well, he had offered flowers and tributes, so that could be considered paying his respects. This way, he could seize this dreamland for his own use without any guilt.
Caelus casually hammered down an anchor point nearby and turned to leave.
After Caelus left, the items he had left behind all transformed into fragments of memory, merging into the tombstones and intertwining with the residual information. This could be considered allowing the deceased to receive the tributes, and it did not pollute the environment either.
It even prevented others from stealing the offerings.
"The anchors are almost ready. Next, I should go have a chat with Sunday. If I can get his cooperation later, it should be a great help in forging the eternal dream."
Of course, it did not matter if Sunday refused to help. The anchors were already prepared anyway. If he was willing to help, it would be the icing on the cake. If not, it did not matter.
It just so happened that Caelus also wanted to meet this kind soul who wanted to provide shelter for the weak.
At this moment, Sunday was sitting in his office chair, gazing out the window at the night that seemed as if it would never end, lost in thought.
The final stage of the plan was drawing closer, and everything was about to begin.
But at such a critical juncture, even if people did not show it on their faces, they would inevitably feel a little tension in their hearts, and that tension easily made one recall the past.
Sunday was currently recalling the past, remembering the experience of growing up with his sister, his teacher's teachings, and all the words he had heard and things he had seen over the years.
He had seen many people. There were Dreamchasers so despicable that they would sell their own wives and daughters just to pursue a dream.
There were heroes noble enough to willingly sacrifice their own lives to save others.
And there were those high-and-mighty merchants and politicians who no longer viewed ordinary beings as living people, but rather as resources, or even just numbers.
There were also people of high status and position, even those who possessed great power themselves, who were willing to drink and chat with an ordinary person. They could even sit on the dirty ground, completely unconcerned about their clothes getting soiled, and talk freely with those people about dreams and the future.
As a confessor over the years, Sunday had seen too many people and heard too many stories.
When these past experiences came together, they always made Sunday unable to help thinking about certain questions.
These questions eventually converged into one philosophy.
Especially with the guidance of the Dreammaster as his teacher, Sunday ultimately chose to embrace Order, because the so-called Harmony, the so-called "the strong aiding the weak," was actually just a slogan that could not save so many people in the end.
Even the Family itself could not achieve unity. There were all sorts of factions and so-called political struggles between them.
Even some high-ranking members of the Family did not treat ordinary people as human beings. Even if they did something excessive, Sunday could not punish them, because to the Family, how could the importance of ordinary people compare to those with connections, Paths, and value within the Family?
As he thought this, Sunday solidified his own philosophy. Then, as he stood up to find Robin, he discovered a young man sitting on the sofa in his office, reading a book in his hands. If he had not seen him, Sunday probably would not have even noticed his presence.
Sunday did not panic or shout, nor did he put on a look of disdain. Instead, he spoke in a calm voice, "Sir, coming uninvited is not a polite act."
The gray-haired man closed the book in his hands and looked up at Sunday.
"Apologies. I saw you seemed to be thinking about something very important just now, so I didn't disturb you and simply sat down on my own. I came here mainly to talk to you about what you want to do next, your plan to create a perfect paradise through Order."
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Caelus, a Traveler."
(To be continued.)
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