The dreamscape was a narrow, gray space that seemed to stretch on forever, the ticking of a clock echoing in loops like a hypnotic prelude. Inside the Gravity Room, all vital signs were normal; not a single one had shifted due to Feng Yi's fainting spell.
To some extent, the body will naturally adapt to high levels of gravity, but it's not the physical pressure that burdens him—it's the mental one.
Late in the evening, the sound of cannons jolting him awake. When he opened his eyes, it was night-time. Feeling the pressure weighing him down, Feng Yi pushed his exhausted body into a sitting position and shook his head vigorously. Then he stood up and staggered to the viewing platform. The city lights stretched out before him.
He discovered that a body in need of decompression would form a sort of self-defense mechanism through the subconscious, which then manifests as dreams, leading him on a trail to find the answers he craved.
