In the shadowy stairwell, two men stood quietly.
In the darkest corner of the hallway, an even quieter orange cat crouched.
Both men and the cat, motionless.
Like stone sculptures.
...
...
Gu Shen faintly remembered someone calling his name.
Then, against his will, he turned his head and made eye contact with that person.
When he came to again, he found himself here.
["It's so dark..."]
All around him was a chaotic abyss of darkness, visible was nothing.
Where was this?
There was a familiar feeling, somewhat similar to the Jingzhe Dream, yet not entirely the same.
He looked down at his hand, only to see a wisp of ghostly mist; his consciousness remained, but his physical body had lost its solidity...
"This place is Han Dang's 'Dream,'" said a voice.
A white light, faint and condensing, became the only strand of brightness in the darkness.
