The Mirage Insect lay on the ice platform, deeply asleep.
Liang Qu shook it awake.
The insect glanced at the daylight filtering through the window paper and became confused.
It was accustomed to working only at night, so why was it now needed during the day as well?
With a requirement from the Heavenly God, the Mirage Insect could only comply. It pumped its abdomen and expelled white vapor.
The vapor turned into smoke that slowly materialized into pavilions and towers.
Cranes flew low as the dreamscape began to take shape.
Then he woke up again.
A boundless shade of blue-gray replaced the bedroom and came into view.
Liang Qu stood atop a mountain and overlooked thousands of treetops swaying in the wind, forming layers of waves.
The outside world.
The Mirage Insect rolled over to change its position and was about to continue sleeping when it suddenly felt a weight on its back.
