As Fu Hua was puzzling over it, Xu Yanwu drifted over to the battle relief, reached out, and gently touched it.
"I never expected it... This clay statue... to actually be here."
"I thought it had long since vanished into history."
Xu Yanwu sighed with emotion.
"Oh? So you know this sculpture, Xu Yanwu?"
"Of course I do... and very well, at that. I could never forget this memory."
As Xu Yanwu spoke, he pointed at the lines of poetry beneath the sculpture. "These words... I carved them."
Then Xu Yanwu pointed at the statue of the woman. "That color, I painted it."
"Wouldn't you say I know it well?"
"But you were right about one thing. Barring any accidents... this sculpture really is a passage through which we can find memories of the past."
Xu Yanwu said, "After all... someone gave this sculpture to Fu Hua. It was something very important..."
As Xu Yanwu spoke, the surroundings suddenly changed.
The original altar had turned into something like a virtual world riddled with bugs.
"This is..."
Fu Hua noticed the change around her.
Otto said, "It seems the passage to the next memory has appeared. As expected... the secret of those spheres lies deep within your memories."
"What is this place?"
Fu Hua asked doubtfully.
Otto explained, "This is a Memory Fault. It consists of memories you have completely forgotten, and it is also the only path to your deeper memories."
Otto said to Fu Hua, "Do you see the bottomless abysses on either side? Whatever you do, do not fall into them. Otherwise... you may never come back."
"This is part of my memory too?" Fu Hua looked at the strange blocky space around her, like torn fragments of data.
"That's right, but they have now lost all form