The seawater felt like a pair of gentle, giant hands, lifting Qiao An. Countless small fish circled her, first approaching with curiosity, then happily swimming in rings around her.
The moment Qiao An's fingertip touched one of the small fish, a kaleidoscope of colors exploded like a vortex before her eyes. She felt as if she had fallen into a bizarre and fantastical dreamscape.
The coral reefs seemed to breathe, stretching out into charming forms. Jellyfish tentacles wove themselves into glowing nets, and a low, ancient chant drifted from the distance, like a language that had slumbered for millennia.
It was as if some creature had been calling to her. Guided by the schools of fish, Qiao An rose and fell with the current, descending ever deeper into the sea. Schools of fish would approach and then depart, escorting her in a continuous relay.
"Who... are you taking me to see?"
She posed the question in her mind, only to feel the school of fish suddenly accelerate.
