There was nothing but pure black. And Ren Jidian was drowning in it.
Drowning in the darkness, unable to move and just sinking, sinking, sinking.
He can barely open his eyes. He can barely breathe, and his lungs were filled with just pai, and torment.
Is there a point with living in a life such as this? Always drowning with nothing but the darkness around him?
He felt like giving up, until...
Oh, look at that. Something was shining in the darkness.
It's so tiny and far away. He knows he won't be able to reach it no matter how he tries but...
That star. That star was calling out to him.
"What's your name?"
He heard a familiar voice. He realized it was his own, albeit tiny, many years ago.
"Wei Sizhi." Another voice responded.
"How do you spell it?" He asked. "I know how to write mine, but not anyone else's. My name is Ren Jidian."
