Anton walked through the dazzling river of stars, holding Anna's hand. He gazed up at it, utterly entranced. "I once saw a discussion on an online forum about what higher dimensions beyond our normal three-dimensional space might be like."
Anna didn't say anything. She simply stood quietly beside him, the perfect listener.
"In a dimension without the concepts of space and time, people wouldn't need language to communicate or have to walk to draw closer to one another..."
"Back then, I thought..." Anton glanced back at Anna. "That must be incredibly boring."
"But..."
Anton clicked his tongue and continued examining every detail of the River of Spirituality. "It's actually pretty interesting."
"We can appear in an instant before the person we long to see. Everything we do in the real world becomes nothing more than a 'trace' here."
Anna listened thoughtfully, then asked in surprise, "So when creatures like us from three-dimensional space enter the River of Spirituality, do we also become 'traces'?"
Anton raised an eyebrow at her. "Exactly. And our traces are especially heavy!"
Anna gasped. "You mean..."
"Gah gah gah..." Anton laughed mischievously. "Of course, our actions here are nothing more than an ordinary trace in the River of Spirituality, a drop in the ocean compared with the traces left by countless people across countless ages. But in the eyes of other real-world beings, they're dazzlingly vivid."
"To put it simply, everything we do after entering the River of Spirituality leaves an eternal image here."
"Gah gah gah..."
Anton rubbed his chin. "I hope our little friends, and my dear professor, don't do anything foolish in the River of Spirituality. After all, here you can meet the person you most want to see in an instant."
Anna's expression turned strange. She looked back. Though all she could