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Ethan quietly watched Christopher, his gaze calm and professional. He knew that Christopher was on the brink of a breakdown, but he also understood that this was a result of psychological pressure, not some mysterious force at play. Leaning slightly forward, Ethan gently placed a hand on Christopher's shoulder, his tone warm yet firm. "Christopher, you're overthinking this, which is why you're feeling so much pain right now. Things are not as complicated as you imagine. We need to analyze this scientifically to find the root of the problem."
Christopher's eyes were still filled with confusion and fear, but Ethan's composure gradually helped him calm down. He looked at Ethan, as if waiting for some explanation, hoping for redemption from this doctor.
Ethan straightened up, his voice filled with reason and professionalism. "Fear often stems from our lack of understanding about something; it arises from our irrational thoughts. When you face things that are inexplicable, your subconscious amplifies these unknowns, making them seem dangerous or frightening. That is exactly your situation."
He paused slightly to observe Christopher's reaction before continuing, "The old man you mentioned and Hunter's Cabin were just ordinary environments. At that time, you might have been under stress; the unfamiliar surroundings and those strange symbols could have overwhelmed your mind. In such situations, your mental state begins to falter, leading your brain to create illogical explanations as a form of self-protection."
Ethan continued in a low and steady voice, explaining further, "When you saw that mask, it was merely an ordinary object—a wooden carving without any mysterious powers. But your brain was already under high pressure and began linking that mask to the fears within you. Thus, an unremarkable item became a terrifying symbol through your own psychological suggestion. This is a common phenomenon in psychology known as 'psychological projection,' where you project your inner fears and anxieties onto external objects."
Christopher furrowed his brow slightly, as if struggling to understand Ethan's explanation. His breathing gradually steadied, and the frenzy in his eyes began to fade.
Ethan continued to guide him with rational words: "In fact, there is nothing wrong with that mask. What truly frightens you is the suggestion from within yourself. When you first felt uneasy, your mental state began to spiral negatively; then your subconscious kept reinforcing that feeling, making you increasingly believe there was some mysterious power behind the mask. In reality, these feelings are illusions caused by your mental stress—a form of self-hypnotic fear."
Ethan's tone was gentle yet filled with rational strength, as if trying to pull Christopher back from the abyss. His gaze remained steady and trusting: "Everything you've experienced is merely psychological suggestion you've imposed on yourself. Once you start realizing this—once you begin to understand the source of it all—those illusions will start to dissipate. You are not crazy; you've just fallen into a psychological trap of your own making."
Christopher still kept his head down, his eyes filled with confusion and reflection as if digesting Ethan's words. With Ethan's explanations, he seemed to be gradually emerging from that heavy fear; signs of loosening began to appear within him.
"Trust me," Ethan said softly but firmly, "we can solve this problem together. What you need to do now is believe in science and reason; this is the first step toward escaping this psychological abyss."
Ethan's words were calm yet powerful; each word struck Christopher's chaotic mind like a hammer. His voice was gentle yet filled with fearless rationality—a clear stream gradually washing away the gloom surrounding Christopher's heart. It felt as though with Ethan's rational analysis, all those bizarre and dark fantasies were dissipating, unable to grasp Christopher's consciousness any longer. The power of reason and logic carried an irresistible persuasion that instilled a sense of safety and hope.
Sitting in the chair, Christopher’s initially tense body began to relax with Ethan’s words. The face once twisted by fear started to regain its calmness. In that moment, he felt a sense of liberating strength. Christopher’s eyes were no longer filled with confusion and fear; his murky gaze gradually cleared up as he began to envision a future belonging to him—a future no longer consumed by fear.
His shoulders slumped slightly, as if the long-standing pressure had been released in an instant. He took a deep breath, as if finally able to inhale the long-lost fresh air. The tangled fear within him seemed to slowly dissolve in Ethan's words. A glimmer of hope began to rise in Christopher's eyes as he looked up at Ethan, filled with gratitude and reliance.
In that moment, Ethan was no longer just a calm psychologist. He became a guide in Christopher's heart—a messenger leading him toward the light. In Christopher's eyes, Ethan transformed into a rational angel, wielding a holy shield to fend off all darkness and evil illusions. His words were like invisible weapons, shattering the shadows that enveloped Christopher's heart, those fears that made it hard for him to breathe.
Ethan's voice continued to resonate in the room, as if that rational light illuminated every corner. Christopher felt a sense of comfort; the invisible burden was gradually lifting. The fears and illusions that once seemed inescapable became smaller and weaker under Ethan's rational analysis. Christopher finally understood that he was not alone, nor was he insane; what he faced were merely phantoms created by his own mind, and Ethan was the guide helping him break free from it all.
"Thank you..." Christopher's voice trembled lightly, carrying a hint of long-awaited calmness and gratitude. He realized that at this moment, he saw his own light, and Ethan was the messenger who helped him find this path.
Ethan gently leaned closer to Christopher, his voice low and soothing, as if trying to provide some reassurance to this man trapped in the abyss of fear. "Christopher, close your eyes," his tone was filled with calmness and strength, guiding Christopher away from the chaos within. "Slowly, close your eyes and relax."
Christopher followed Ethan's guidance, slowly closing his eyes as a sense of relief began to appear on his weary face. His body relaxed, and his breathing became steadier. Ethan placed his hands gently on Christopher's shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles and imparting warmth and strength.
"Feel my hands, feel the existence of this world," Ethan's voice remained low, imbued with reason and a touch of comfort. "In this world, there are always people willing to help you; there will always be someone reaching out during your darkest moments to lead you toward the light." Ethan's hands applied gentle pressure, conveying a sense of trust and stability to Christopher, letting him know he was not alone.
"But you must understand," Ethan continued, his voice filled with power as if each word pierced through Christopher's fears. "This is not a one-sided redemption. You must be willing to accept help and learn not to be consumed by the darkness within. This is a collaboration; only through our combined efforts can we emerge from this gloom."
Christopher's shoulders stopped trembling; it was as if Ethan's words acted like a sedative, gradually stabilizing his chaotic heartbeat. The tangible strength conveyed through Ethan's hands made Christopher feel that he was not alone. He could sense that invisible support as if Ethan stood beside him, building a barrier of reason and wisdom against the encroaching darkness within.
"Do not let your heart be consumed by darkness," Ethan said gently, his tone filled with encouragement and determination. "You have the strength to fight it, but you must believe that light is ahead. As long as you are willing to reach out for help, together we can surely overcome all of this."
Christopher took a deep breath; his eyes remained tightly shut, yet a semblance of tranquility began to appear on his face as if the burdens within were being lifted bit by bit. He felt Ethan’s hand—the warmth and support from the outside world made him realize that at this moment, he was no longer alone.
Ethan’s words were like a rope slowly pulling Christopher back from the depths of his mind into reality. The darkness was no longer an insurmountable enemy but merely a temporary predicament. And now he possessed both the strength and direction to walk toward the light.
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