Xiao Lin felt like he had a very, very long dream. In that dream, his consciousness was fuzzy. His senses and his awareness were unable to sense anything happening in the outside world, as if he had been trapped in a muddled world. He was surrounded by darkness, not even able to see his own fingers, and he was falling at a terrifying speed. He did not know where he was falling to, but he could do nothing but wait and see quietly.
His consciousness grew fuzzier the longer he waited, to the point where he was beginning to forget himself. He felt the temperature surrounding him constantly falling until he was beginning to freeze.
It was only until a flame shaped like a red lotus appeared when Xiao Lin felt a shock jolt through his body, causing him to draw nearer, raising his hand to touch the flames. It was just a tiny spark that could disappear into the darkness at any time.
