When Wu Ling woke, he found himself in a place that was neither part of his Inner World nor the lakeside camp he'd built with his companions. Rather, he found himself lying on a soft bed on a covered patio, listening to sublime music and overlooking a lake that sat at the base of four towering waterfalls. Above the mighty cliffs, the waterfalls poured over, a star-filled sky with unfamiliar constellations and ribbons of colorful auras cast a surreal light over the entire scene.
"Any pain or discomfort?" Hua Jue asked, standing up from her zither to come examine Wu Ling where he lay. "Do you still feel like yourself?"
"I still feel like me," Wu Ling said after a moment of reflection. "But, I feel… stretched. As though I'm being pulled in two directions at once." It was a strange sensation that seemed to come from deep within him. When he tried to pinpoint the sensation, he couldn't.
