The eerie geometric construct he could no longer fully remember, he only remembered seeing an indescribable, intuitively unfathomable pseudo-geometric object, like a collection of countless irregular structures which were impossible to discern as either concave or convex. Even whether it could be dubbed an "object" was questionable.
The composition of this geometric body seemed intricately linked to the layers of logic between the Teaching Building, Dormitory Building, and the Art Building, but besides that, it left no distinct and clear impression in his perception.
Describing this feeling was like vaguely remembering as a child picking up a stone, but no matter how hard you racked your brain, you couldn't recall any details about the stone.
As if it were just a stone.
As if it were just a geometric body.
As if it were just "1+1=2."
As if everything... was meant to be this way.
Suddenly, Lin Yi shivered, his spine chilling, his sweat cold.
