Chapter 42: On The Flight
In the depths of those dim tunnels, a chilling transformation was undergoing infront of my eyes.
The ground, once an innocent shade of blue, morphed into a ghastly, blood-red hue.
It wasn’t just the shadow cast by the nets.
As I gazed on the crimson earth, I saw not just an altered color, but a grotesque dance of serpentine forms weaving through it. Sinister, elongated shapes resembling snakes slithered in the scarlet depths.
That mess was so damn crazy, it hit me like a ton of bricks and yanked me from my slumber, leaving me with this deep, inexplicable terror.
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When I woke up it was still early. Surprisingly, what I felt from the creepy dream faded fast.
I grabbed my Samsung, flipped it open, and hit up arXiv, lookin’ for some number theory proofs, that I could gain an inspiration from.
"p-Adic Modular Forms and Galois Representations" by Sarah L. Chen and Birch and "Swinnerton-Dyer Conjecture for Elliptic Curves over Global Function Fields" by James A. Thorpe
Those were just two of many that I have browsed through.
At 8 AM, i realized Rick had overslept a bit and was now rushing to get ready. The flight was creeping up fast.