The boundless darkness surged up, as if a dreamless sleep.
Yet deep within this darkness, suddenly, a warm and steady beam of light appeared, creating a small refuge.
Within the area illuminated by the light, the figure of Selena Gerfen emerged, surrounded by swaying grass blades and unknown flowers on a small patch of ground.
Selena furrowed her brow, looking at the flowers and grass beneath her feet. She couldn't discern where she was from this tiny glow—it might be a corner of a garden lawn, or a vacant lot behind some building, or even a vast prairie, darkness obscured the overall truth, the light of the dream lantern only allowed her to glimpse the narrow space within five meters around her.
The giant Supreme Narrator like a mountain was gone, that eerie "Duvalt" was gone, the abandoned plains were gone, and even the Wanderers from Outer Realm were gone.
Selena had a slight realization—her mind seemed to be trapped in the prison of deep consciousness.
