"Though I also thought it was absurd, that was the truth. What so many people sought—to leave the Dark Corner and return to the front hall—had simply happened to me."
The front hall was what people of the Dark Corner called the real world.
Similar names included the front courtyard, front yard, front chamber... and so on.
"From the perspective of escaping death, my experience was certainly fortunate."
"But from the perspective of escaping back to the front hall, it was hard for me to define whether that counted as fortunate." Complex thoughts flashed through Gonzales's eyes. "Perhaps those who had just entered the Dark Corner desperately wanted to escape it. But for someone like me, who had spent most of his life in the Dark Corner, I did not actually want to leave it that badly. My children and my beloved were all in the Dark Corner."
In truth, it was not just Gonzales. Many people in Diomo City had already adapted to life in the Dark Corner. If they were suddenly sent back to the front hall, their attitude would probably be the same as Gonzales's.
Though the Dark Corner held many dangers, once one gradually adapted to those dangers and incorporated them into the rules of life, they became part of life itself. With proper avoidance, one could still survive.
Of course, that was on the condition that one did not become an explorer like Gonzales.
The dangers explorers encountered were different from those faced by Diomo City's residents.
After Gonzales finished recounting Diomo City's experience of being "offline for many years," he began speaking of another matter Angel cared about.
—The Dreamscape Layers and Lords of Layers.
"I mentioned earlier that after Mount Diomo entered the Dark Corner, it appeared on the Starry Grassland of Dreams.