"This must be a scroll painting," the traveler thought to himself. He took out the scroll, examined the box over and again, and finally put the box down, untied the blue ribbon, and unfurled the scroll.
His eyes met nothing but blankness. He chuckled, saying, "So, it's an empty heavenly book, huh?" No sooner had he finished speaking than a cluster of burning cyan flames suddenly appeared in the blank space, emitting blue light that entered the traveler's mind, causing waves of dizziness to spread through his brain, and he fell down, unable to stand.
As he fainted, the cyan flames on the painting seemed to transform into a blue lotus, mysterious and beautiful, as if a beauty of the flourishing age dancing exquisitely in the midst of the azure fire.
The traveler had collapsed, but it was as if he was dreaming—a dream impossible to unravel even with exhausted effort and concentrated thought, a sad dream.
In the dream.
