The area before his eyes was much smaller than the storage room and only slightly bigger than the elevator. The ceiling was white, and a soft glow filtered down from above. The floor was decorated with black and white tiles, like a chess board. The strangest thing was that, other than the elevator door, all the walls in the room were fitted with funny mirrors.
The reflections of Feng Bujue looked stranger than the one before it. Not only was the physical shape distorted, even his presence was changed by these mirrors. Inside these mirrors, one could see joy, anger, sadness, greed, madness, dullness, blankness… It was as if each reflection represented an emotion or desire.
"And I thought this would be a large shared public space like the market," Feng Bujue mumbled to himself. His eyes were attracted to the only object in the room. In the middle of the floor was a large, intensely colorful box. It was a one meter by one meter cubed.
