Visitor in the Fog

After rushing to the window, Zhou Ming finally confirmed that what he had seen was not an illusion—the window really had writing on it! And it was City-State Common Tongue written from outside!

The words were blurry, trembling faintly across the glass in a bizarre state, as if they were not written upon a hard, stable surface but reflected within illusory mist. Zhou Ming stared at the letters for a long while before finally making out the message amid those blurred, mirror-reversed words—

"I'm outside. You're inside."

Zhou Ming froze for a moment—he felt as though he had just read a piece of nonsense.

Some existence had gone through all that trouble to leave a message outside his "Cocoon of Protection," just to say something so pointless?

He instinctively found it both funny and exasperating, but then his brow furrowed as something vaguely occurred to him.

Zhou Ming slowly straightened up from the window and stared at the grayish-white fog outside, deep in thought.

What exactly lay outside his "apartment"? By now, he had a vague guess. Though he still could not determine the details, he had more or less grasped a certain rule governing this place—or rather... a certain rule within the deepest logic of this world.

The constraints of "information" carried immense significance. The expression of "information" was the foundation of order, and upon that foundation, "symbolism" had been granted genuine, effective... "function" in this world.

A realization dawned on him. When he raised his head to look at that line of text again, his gaze had subtly changed. He vaguely understood—it was not language meant to "communicate" with him.

It was an "Anchor Point." Something... some existence that possessed and understood how to use "truth" had "anchored" itself outside this room.

Zhou Ming suddenly frowned. He abruptly