People are always trapped by real problems, so they have imagination.
People are always trapped by the boundaries of imagination, so they explore.
People are always trapped by the slowness of exploration, so there are shortcuts.
And when countless shortcuts crisscross the deep forest, rumors of going astray and getting lost will breed, and there will be malicious creatures lying in wait here, waiting for another arrogant and confident traveler to try to use shortcuts.
Solve real-life problems.
The ultimate expression of this dark place is the vast ocean called [Subspace] in the void.
It was born from the fantasy of all things, but in turn swallowed up the living pain of all things, achieving its terrible reputation among countless civilizations and races.
But there are always new idiots who will question this. They regard themselves as great talents who are destined to open up the world. They are dismissive of the history written with the endless blood and lamentations of their predecessors. They fully believe that they will be the one who makes all the world come true.
The history and theory of overthrow and comeback.
Just like...
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"Do not believe in time and space, my children."
"Thirsty at midnight, the slave of the gods prostrates himself."
And it was at this time that those distant, intermittent songs appeared.
Morgan could hear Ahriman whispering verses about the future and the grape fields, or perhaps Atharva remembering the past of Terra.
As Magnus's palm closed, everything disappeared again.
Completely opposite words can be used at the same time. This is the wonder of subspace.
And just when Magnus's last words were spoken, he saw Morgan's position flashing with a spiritual light eager to speak.
"The basic principles of time, space, latitude and even geometry and numbers are all invalid in the vast ocean. That is why it has become the greatest and most fertile treasure house of knowledge, because you will never know
The real knowledge is what kind of treasures will be buried in the next cave. It may come from the ancient times before the dawn of any civilization has bloomed, or it may be a brief reenactment of a certain segment of the future in front of your eyes."
The Thousand Sons witnessed the growth of this overly simple alien civilization, and witnessed the elegant diplomatic words and poisonous wine glasses begin to appear. They held their breath and concentrated, only feeling that a little mixed scent of incense and piety was added to their breath, and then,
We saw the emergence of various monotheistic temples and kingdoms of knights, wars broke out one after another in the name of land, faith and honor, cities and caravans began to rise, and waves of wealth continued to impact the country that originally belonged to dukes and bishops.
As soon as these words were spoken, the Thousand Sons also let out a burst of understanding laughter. In this chuckle, they forgot everything about this nameless alien civilization and continued to explore the depths of subspace.
"Yin means darkness, stone means loneliness."
"The flying wolf and the horse will never run again."
Everything is changing, everything is burning, everything is rolling down in the unpredictable future, until it falls into the unexpected and reasonable ending.
"Of course, all this is from our subjective point of view. There is no concept of time in the vast ocean. Here, everything is in a state of existence as long as it appears, and this state may even
Stretching all the way back to the time it didn’t exist yet.”
The Primarch nodded, and then he let out a deep, unspoken laugh.
"The evil flames are burning, and the emperor's legacy is gone."
The Primarch's explanation was trivial and slow, but it did not prevent every Thousand Sons from showing an intoxicated look. After all, for an Astartes warrior, what else is better than his own genes?
What would be more wonderful if we delved into something together with our parents?
Eight souls moved forward in the silent ocean. One of them was as dazzling as a star, six were as violent as meteorites, and the last one was like the moon hiding behind the shadows, deliberately condensing its own light.
"But see..."
The Primarch paid no attention to the things he had grown accustomed to. The Lord of Prospero raised aloft a beacon of pure psychic power, illuminating an unimaginable vastness. He was not worried at all.
It would attract the ancient inhabitants of the vast ocean. In fact, he was looking forward to their appearance. After all, the new thesis topic required more arguments.
"Those things that have been determined and have not developed more choices and bifurcations are the history that has already happened, and those things that cannot be determined and show various consequences are naturally the future. History has been determined, and the future
There are countless possibilities, and even the tiniest and most absurd options have their own unique underlying logic and reason for existence."
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"Is this history? Father, or is it the future?"
At the end of their field of vision, the subspace was constantly changing its colors and shapes. Suddenly, cumulus clouds full of thunder and lightning were wandering in the shadows, outlining the shapes of evil beasts and minions, and in the blink of an eye,
, you will find that it is just mottled dust swept by the violent storm, stretching out thousands of broken tiny countries.
"Snake robe and green armor, facing Qin and Mu Chu."
"That is to say, Lord Magnus, the alien race we just saw, their [future] is to fall into the last step of the space age, or enter the void, and their [present] is at this moment.
, are still thriving on their home star, that is, in a remote corner of the Milky Way?”
As if thousands of years had passed, and as if only an insignificant moment had passed, the vision of the sons of Magnus was disturbed by the chaotic future: they saw the tragic war between the indigenous people, the reckless application of thermonuclear weapons,
The deadly dust filled the sky; they saw the malicious starry sky, and the huge fleet of invaders crushed the emerging races into slaves; they saw the same roommates fighting a thousand years later, and the distance and time across the sea of stars easily killed the same people.
The sense of identity between races has been crushed to pieces.
But when they concentrated their energy and used their true sight to explore, they found nothing. What the subspace showed was nothing but desolation and silence, and the wealth pursued by scholars and explorers was like a muddy river.
The gold at the bottom is like gold, it requires the most careful and experienced inspection and a little luck.
Anyone who has actually visited this place will choose to call this place: so empty, so quiet, so vast, so prosperous, so noisy, so crowded...
"Be ambitious, but cry at the end."
"Yes, indeed."
"A trapped beast is born in prison, and God bestows valor on him."
“With a heart of steel and blood of iron, there is no escape from rust and decay.”
The Primarch was like a king who had just received an audience from his ministers and was taking a nap in the misty garden of the palace. He kneaded the majestic power casually and allowed them to spread around him.
Magnus used his own will to bear witness to his words: on the invisible scroll he unfolded, the Thousand Sons could see things they had never imagined: this perspective was like a god looking down on the world from the clouds, the Astartes
We witnessed everything starting from desolation, to the joy of the air, the jumping of the water, the breathing of living creatures, and the conception of civilization...
"It's just a drop in the endless river of time. My children, there is no need to be surprised or nostalgic. In the days to come, we will encounter and observe more."
Some of the Thousand Sons could not suppress their curiosity, and Magnus first showed a charming smile before slowly opening his mouth to explain.
"Of course, you can also call this power [prophecy] like those mortals."
"To be more specific, just like the alien civilization in front of us, from the time when the first life of this race was officially born, its existence, continuation, future and destruction have completely existed in subspace.
But when we, visitors to the physical universe, visit this civilization, this friendly place will codify it into something we can normally interpret based on our understanding of the concept of [time].”
"I don't know which of my brothers they will meet in the future. Anyway, it is destined to be a tragedy."
But when she tilted her slender neck and listened carefully to her song, she heard something different.
"From another perspective, even if this civilization was born five thousand years ago, since it has already appeared in subspace, tourists even from fifty thousand years ago can still read it, but they have such spiritual abilities.
There have been very few individuals of this magnitude in the long history of the galaxy."
"The soaring eagle lies down on the ground, the fox eats the tiger."
The soft laughter of the Primarch came. He casually put the scroll recording the rise and fall of a race aside, obviously not having any more interest. After all, he had just started observing in Prospero's observatory.
Magnus in the Warp had witnessed hundreds of the same things.
Magnus's projection is shining, like a newly born star, brazenly showing off its light and heat.
"Arrogant and self-possessed."
In the language of some scholars and civilizations, subspace is also called the vast ocean, and facts have proven that this is a very accurate assessment.
"Black ink is the surface, and the heart is like a pearl."
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It was the strangest sound. It was like the wailing of a thousand ravens stuck in their throats, or the neighing of a huge snake nest when it was blown to pieces. The tone of this song was unclear, but it was
Each word is pronounced clearly, but when it reaches everyone's ears, it has a completely different content. It is generally a detailed poem about the past and the future.
"The crown fell to the ground, and it clanged without its owner."