Tian Sheng felt as though he had been dreaming. In the dream, he seemed to transform into an agile moth, flying freely in the sky and resting peacefully on a wall.
The worries of being human had nothing to do with him anymore, the attachments of humanity no longer formed bonds. The form of his life had changed, and yet his will dissipated amidst these changes.
He began to forget that he was Tian Sheng, he began to believe he was a moth. Was it Tian Sheng dreaming about being a moth, or was it a moth dreaming about being Tian Sheng?
Lost in such hazy contemplation, he was brought back to reality by a deep blue light.
Click, click, the crisp sound reminiscent of scissors echoed in his heart. Accompanied by such a sound, he felt his consciousness becoming clear again, his body lighter, as if something had been stripped from him, and whatever had been binding him had been erased.
Then, Tian Sheng woke up from his sleep.
