All was black before Ai Hui’s eyes. His whole body was tightly tied up and he felt like a dumpling. Even his mouth was tightly bound. Luckily, his nose was not completely blocked or else he would have suffocated. That would have been depressing.
He felt like he had soared up into the clouds and was flying amongst them, floating unsteadily as he rose and fell.
Was this how flying felt?
It wasn’t actually a wonderful experience.
Initially, panic and dread had occupied his mind and body, but as time passed, he struggled free from the fear. As the fear lessened, so did the panic. Panicking wasn’t useful at all since it would not loosen the vines wrapped around his body.
