"My memories of that world are very vague, I only know that I died there many times, and there were many people who were very important to me, no, I'm not even sure if they were alive," Gao Ming spoke incoherently. "Living people and ghosts seemed to have swapped places, all the tall tales and horror stories had become reality—night, death, torrential rain..."
Gao Ming's murmurs caught the attention of the voice on the intercom, who listened very carefully to Gao Ming's words and seemed quite astonished.
"Judging by your description, that place resembles the deep world, yet it's not quite the same. It seems you've walked to the edge of a nightmare. Only when you took that last step, you chose reality at the crossroads rather than leaping into the abyss." The knowledgeable voice on the intercom analyzed, and Gao Ming found it made a lot of sense.
"How can I return to that nightmare?"
