"We're inside a massive dream."
The instant he saw those words appear on the window, Yu Sheng felt a tremendous boom deep in his mind. Like a thunderclap without light, it shattered the night. Immediately afterward, the "curtain" supporting every scene around him began rapidly collapsing beneath that cognitive thunder.
A cold wind suddenly blew into the room, carrying icy rain with it. The doors and windows were tightly shut, yet the wind and rain outside swept through the living room without the slightest obstruction. They pierced the windows, pierced the walls, pierced every furnishing in the room—and then everything seemed to melt and collapse, twisting and shaking violently as it did.
The nearby wall was the first to be eroded, leaving behind a gaping hole. Its edges flowed downward like grease, revealing a winding corridor outside. Half the corridor's roof had been torn away, allowing the howling wind and torrential rain to pour inside. An extended bridge of unknown origin hung upside down above the corridor. Wobbling pedestrians stood on its inverted surface, along with numerous dark vehicle-shaped shadows that seemed to have blurred into a single mass.
A strange rumble came from extremely close by. The window, pierced through by countless streams of wind and rain, finally shattered with a roar, turning into a chaotic mass of colors that vanished from Yu Sheng and the others' sight. The living room suddenly shook, then tilted and collapsed, only to stop abruptly in midair, as if an invisible hand had caught and suspended it. The buildings in the distance continued growing toward the sky in the gale, yet seemed to be sliced apart by invisible blades as they "grew," becoming enormous chunks that drifted loosely in the air. The metal frameworks that had once supported them spilled out between those