I Observe All That Transpires Here の小説・ストーリー

She slowly glanced at the old furnishings around her, Yes, she figured out that this probably is something related to that so-called system. She muttered "Hey, you creepy voice. What were you called again.....yeah..system, are you there." She finally saw a small, palm-sized star, flying in the air towards her. This scene amazed Feng Yan since she never believed in magic and anything like that. [Ding!. Lucky Host, Welcome to the Night star system. I am your little partner {10032004}. Since the host's original body in the real plane is already destroyed, your soul was kept from shattering into nothingness. If the host has any questions related, I would be pleased to answer.]

All of it shone. All of it dissolved. None of it altered the open. None of it added to the boundless. None of it subtracted from the complete. The wolf’s running was the open running. Rex’s holding was the open holding. The tragedy was the open appearing as tragedy. The return was the open appearing as return. Every emotion was the open emoting. Every thought was the open thinking. Every perception was the open perceiving. Nothing ever happened to the open. Nothing ever happened apart from the open.

I murmur “It’s an observation.”She says dryly… “Hmm has no one told you how dangerous these observations can be” I say and she looks at me then. Her eyes glancing at me as if she’s seeing the real me for the very first time. “No! And you? what do you observe?”She asks softly and I lean in just enough that my voice drops in a controlled, intimate manner without touching her. “Mine tells me you don’t belong here.”I murmur husky as I relish how her breath stutters at my words.

"Am Regard. I knows all; I sees all." S E E R "What is all this? "What are those voices and letter just now?" "Why I'm I here?" "Is this the afterlife, I thought it will be more brighter or more of a wonderland? Well." The voice laughed. "Let's see how it turns out."

Sarah Jenkins coming to observe. The record being made louder. The correct amount.

A small smirk curved her lips as I closed the distance, my heart doing a stupid, excited staccato in my chest. My own mouth went dry and then parted, words trapped like birds that could not find the sky. “All three? You took on all three?” I managed to gabble, pointing toward the three hulking men now groaning on the floor.

The Cost of Being Seen POV: Aidan There is a difference between observing something— And being acknowledged by it. We cross that line the moment it looks back. The point in space does not expand. Does not distort. Does not change in any visible way. But the shift is undeniable. Before, it existed. Now— It is aware. And more importantly— It is aware of us. “Maintain focus,” I say. My voice is steady. Controlled. Because anything else would make this worse.

⸻ Ordinary. Simple. Calm. ⸻ Exactly like the Dreamer. ⸻ Exactly like Auren. ⸻ Exactly like Ilyaan. 😨 ⸻ The Mother stepped backward. ⸻ The Father froze. ⸻ Because nobody had ever seen the Witness take human form. ⸻ 🌙 The Observer Speaks The Witness looked toward the Final Gate. ⸻ Then toward Ilyaan. ⸻ For the first time… There was emotion in its voice.

Desine iam haec oppugnatio. Ad indeprehensus mortalibus, effundendum pallii tui. Ego jubeo vos ut lux, ut incipe denuo. I listened to the verses that were forming what seemed like a chant but didn't recognize any of them. Suddenly, the room flashed red as I continued my chant and then I saw it.