These shadows moved back and forth in the pure white space of Tang Ye's consciousness, seemingly walking, and it appeared that these shadows were conversing with one another. As for what they were saying, Tang Ye had no idea, for he could not hear the strange words spoken by the shadows.
After a while, Tang Ye gradually began to hear some voices, as if many people surrounded him, chattering incessantly with different tones, accents, dialects, and even languages.
So many people, so very many, more than Tang Ye could discern, crowding around him—no, they weren't surrounding his body but standing inside his mind, so many people inside his own mind!
In his mind, they spoke words with different meanings, but each person, each sentence, carried a heavy accent, often repeating dozens of times. As the repetitions increased, each person's voice became more and more indistinct under the influence of the accent, and so many speaking at once made Tang Ye's mind exceedingly chaotic.
