An Su had a long dream, and this time, he didn't dream of the Red Moon or the luxurious dinner table and crimson candles.
In this endlessly long dream, he fell ceaselessly from the azure canopy of the sky toward the gray-white earth below, with the whooshing sound of wind piercing past his ears; he couldn't feel his body's existence, feeling only his shell continuously burning, bursting into teal flames due to the friction with the air. As he looked around, he saw accompanying him in the fall, one bright star after another.
Their light, far brighter than his own.
How long he had been falling, he could no longer remember.
The stars kept rotating along their heavenly paths, each eventually falling to the earth, to the kingdom of all beings, into the present world, where the azure flames engulfed the world. Each star tore a piece of the world apart, cutting away both time and space, those fragments of worlds floated up, hanging in the air, suspended in the dim starry sky.
