Mo Ling was immersed in the golden, shimmering surface of the sea, as if watching a very long movie.
He was in the middle of the great sea, drifting with the current, letting the waves carry him everywhere. The golden light wrapped him in its warmth as he floated up and down with the surf.
This illusory scene came to an abrupt end after he saw a burst of golden light flashing with a regular rhythm.
When Mo Ling came to his senses, all he saw were familiar metal walls. He was back inside the Block.
He was lying on Martin's bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The bed, which had once been incredibly hard, was now exceptionally soft.
An empty soda can lay beside his hand.
The ceiling seemed to have gotten much higher. Mo Ling turned his head and saw that the space inside the Block had doubled again, becoming 4m x 4m x 4m.
A large section had been cleared, and the things that were originally in the corner were now in the center of the Block.
