Strange—
Unpredictable—
Danger that can be understood at a glance—
In the warehouse in front of them, the twisted light and shadows fully interpreted the meaning of these words.
The spatial switch in the archive room did not follow the external rule of four minutes and forty-eight seconds, and at first glance, it only felt chaotic.
The fastest change.
Almost every second, the fan-shaped spaces would exchange places with each other.
Some documents or objects, also cut in the middle due to the crossover of time and space, would then continue to move according to their neatly cut appearance, without scattering on the ground due to the shift of the center of gravity.
Continuously disrupted and reorganized spaces were filled with discord.
This was a completely incomprehensible phenomenon—
Outside, the train station exhibited a clear time distortion phenomenon.
But what about here?
Had time been cut, or had space?
"..."
"Ronald, what do you think?"