Slowly, through his reddish-gold pupils, he realized that the space depicted in the strange, abstract painting he now found himself in resembled a special Rubik's Cube, cut into irregular pieces by those complex, intertwined lines.
And the roads, like pulled noodles, were part of this connection, while the rest was entangled by a gray-white fog as thick as wall powder...
He also noticed something like chewing gum in these irregular fragments that stuck to his feet, so that he was merely treading water with every step!
And from all directions, the overlapping fog reached out like eerie tentacles, trying to touch him and Wei Liang. They didn't actually exist, but in Lin Yi's eyes, they were all too real, these indescribable, strange things hidden in the grey mist, clinging to his body like spider webs, rice cakes, and snot!
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."
