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I realized, with growing horror, that these writings were not random. They seemed to be some kind of messages, or codes. Some of the patterns resemble circuit diagrams, some look like ancient script, some are just abstract patterns.

And then, terrifyingly, the symbols started to appear not just in my “幻觉”, but also in the real world, seemingly manifesting out of thin air, on things everyone could see. On the bark of a tree, on the surface of a rock, thậm chí trên cánh tay của một người đồng hành, appeared a strange, glowing symbol for a few seconds, before fading away.

These manifestations always precede something bad happening. A sudden rockfall, a breakdown of a tool, a twisted ankle. It was as if the symbols were portents of misfortune, or maybe even directly causing them.

The project group members, who were initially skeptical of my stories about hallucinations, could no longer ignore what was happening. Their faces were etched with fear and confusion. They blamed it on some unknown phenomena caused by the landslide or the storm, or maybe some local poison. But deep down, the unsettling strangeness was undeniable.