The bedroom door slowly closed.
The noisy sounds were shut out, the flames flickered in the fireplace, and the room was warm and bright.
Lin Lan leaned against the window, his whole body completely relaxed.
Perhaps the experience of wildly charging through the neon night sky while clutching a giant moth was too exhilarating, even though his body was extremely weak, Lin Lan was still somewhat excited.
He couldn't fall asleep for a while, so he simply calmed down and started organizing the chaotic information he'd collected in his mind over this period.
Upon careful thought, this world could be described as extremely abstract.
The Celestial Calamities fluttered through history and the sea in various forms, while the Ouroboros always eyed the world menacingly.
