"Am I dreaming?"
Feng Qing'an looked in disbelief at the scene before him, mumbling to himself.
He clearly remembered lying in bed, drifting into slumberland. But when he opened his eyes, what unfolded in front of him was such a stunning and inexplicable spectacle.
Everywhere he looked, it was a riot of color, a never-ending sea of purple. The sky appeared to be dyed purple, the hues denser towards the horizon, almost ink-like.
Yet what was normally a deep and somber color burst into a vivid, glorious sight before Feng Qing'an's eyes. The vegetation - leaves, veins, even the roots - all reflected varying shades of purple, illuminating the proximity with crystalline clarity.
