Dream Guide

When Petru left, Mrs. Larry's mood was extremely complicated and contradictory. Of course she hoped that the red-bearded man could come back to save her, but she didn't want others to be put in danger because of her.

Mrs. Larry breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Petru ran to the top of the altar and was not attacked by the savages. She sat down with her back against the cold rock. The giant moon in the sky did not bring much pressure to her. Compared with the past encounters, nothing could be worse.

She kept Petru's words in mind and kept reinforcing her subconscious thoughts - no matter what happened, don't leave. In fact, there is no need for Petru to say it, she will insist on this idea, because the worst result of staying here is death.

She looked at the growing moon and began to think about how this phenomenon was formed. Did the moon fall out of orbit and hit the earth?

If that happens, and the entire world is not immune, what will happen to people elsewhere?

Are they prostrate on the ground and chanting doomsday prayers like the savages on the altar? Religious people will, she thought.

Are you so frightened by this shocking scene that you can't think anymore and can only look up at the sky blankly, waiting for disaster to come? Ordinary people are probably like this, she thought.

Is it wise and decisive to get on the plane at the first opportunity and escape to the plateau or the other side of the earth to get a slim chance of survival? The rich and the politicians would, she thought.

Is it preparing emergency plans, organizing manpower, maintaining order, making last efforts and dying struggles? That's what true leaders and human elites would do, she thought.

Is it thinking about how to preserve the seeds of human civilization in the safest place in a very short period of time before the earth is destroyed, so that it can have a chance to continue? Her friends, the scientists, would do it, she thought.

Was it because he was about to die that the ugliest side of human nature broke out and he started burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil? Probably... no one would do this, she thought uncertainly.

She was surprised that she would have such thoughts and so many thoughts, but she also found it interesting to think like this.

If this time was not a disaster, and if she could go back alive, she might be able to write these thoughts into a novel, she thought.

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The moon was still getting bigger, and there was a rumble in the distance. She knew that the tide caused by gravity turned into a tsunami. Is it really going to be the end?

However, the next scene made her reject this idea. She saw the big rock in front of her slowly floating. The stone she was leaning against also moved, and then it also rubbed her back and floated up.

The stones floated up one by one and floated into the air. But she was still sitting on the ground, and except for some dizziness caused by the surge of blood, everything else was normal.

Although Mrs. Larry is not engaged in physics and her research field has always been in humanities and archeology, she still has basic physics knowledge. No matter how close the moon is, it will not suck the rocks from the ground into the air. Its gravity will only make the tides a little bigger, and after the distance between the earth and the moon gets closer, the moon's orbit around the earth will also speed up. It may circle the earth in a few hours, and then the continent will be submerged in sea water.

But now, the moon has been overhead for such a long time, and it seems to show no sign of moving away. It doesn't seem like it is rotating around the earth, or in other words, it doesn't look like what you see on the earth, but more like it is synchronized with the moon. A view from an orbiting space station.

And the floating of those stones must not be due to the gravity of the moon. If gravity was strong enough to make the stone float, then she should also float, but she was still sitting on the ground.

There are more and more floating stones, floating densely in the air, like a group of meteorites in the Kuiper Belt.

The stone floats to a certain height and stops moving, as if it has found its own position. Large stones float at a lower position, small ones continue to rise upward, and the smaller they float, the higher they float. The higher they reach, the fewer the stones, and a sharp point is gradually formed at the top.

Mrs. Larry looked up and felt that the shape looked like a pyramid floating in space. She remembered the shape of the altar and finally understood that it was a pyramid. Half of it was originally built, and the stones floating in the air now were its other half.

It's like we are doing a geometry problem. We draw a trapezoid on the paper, and use a dotted line to draw an auxiliary line upward along the hypotenuse of the trapezoid. After the two dotted lines intersect, they join the original trapezoid and become an equilateral triangle. Of course, this is not a plane geometry question, but a three-dimensional geometry question, so what you see in the air now is not an equilateral triangle, but an equilateral pyramid, which is a pyramid made of dotted lines.

However, there are still stones floating upward. This time it is just the opposite. The big stones keep rising, while the small ones float slowly and stop at low altitude. There were already many floating stones in the air, but these rising stones did not collide with them. They followed their own trajectories and floated to their own positions peacefully.

There was already a pyramid shape, now it was cluttered up with more stones. Mrs. Larry didn't understand it for a while, thinking that she was overthinking it, and that she only regarded the stone as a pyramid out of professional sensitivity.

The moonlight shines on the stone, reflecting a strange light, forming a halo between the gaps in the stone. She shifted her gaze from the stones to the halo of light between the cracks, as if looking at the light coming from a skylight.

At this time, she finally saw clearly that this was not one pyramid, but two pyramids - two completely opposite pyramids superimposed on each other.

The floating stones form an inverted pyramid, which stands opposite the original pyramid and is inserted into each other. Its base is at the top of the other tower, and its top is at the center point of the bottom of the other tower, which is where Mrs. Larry is standing now.

Her feet stood at the center point of the altar. Her body is the tip of the inverted pyramid.

Mrs. Larry didn't know if she was in a dream, but even if it was a dream, it was a majestic dream - there was a giant moon in the sky, filling the entire sky, and above her head, there were two meteorites superimposed on each other. up of opposite pyramids.

The moonlight passed through the stone gaps and fell on the ground, forming a pattern of alternating light and dark. These patterns are very strange, like some strange symbols.

Mrs. Larry remembered that similar symbols were engraved on the scepter of the savage leader and on their clay pots. She judged it to be an ancient writing.

She read it line by line, memorizing it all in her mind. As one of the world's best archaeologists and linguists, this is no easy feat. The difficulty is how to decipher these words.

After reading all the light spot symbols on the ground, she unconsciously moved her feet to look at the feet covered by herself - the position of the apex of the inverted pyramid - which was also the center of the base of the other pyramid.

She saw some lines on the ground, as if they were engraved with some pattern. She knelt down and looked carefully, and first saw a geometric symbol:

They are two equilateral triangles, with vertices connected to each other. A vertical line passes through the vertices and is connected to the center points of the two triangles.

It was a familiar symbol, one she had seen before. It was because of this that she boarded the research ship Discovery and went to investigate an ancient and mysterious ruins with Robbins and the others.

She saw some lines on the ground next to the symbol. They were not straight like the symbol, but stretched outward in a somewhat twisted way. She lay down, brushed away the soil on the ground with her hands, and saw that it was a stone mural.

She guessed it was an ancient totem.

In the painting, there is a tall tree that reaches the sky and the ground. The shape of a mountain is carved on the edge of the tree root, floating clouds are carved in the middle of the trunk, and there is a circle on the crown of the tree. I don’t know whether it is too bright or the moon.

On the highest branch stood a bird.