[The air was fragrant with flowers and tea, while the sounds of people and birds blended in harmony.
Following in Old Acquaintance's footsteps, one day you crossed mountains and ridges to arrive at this sanatorium nestled among the peaks.
At first, you did not understand why such a remote place had been chosen, until the road before you grew narrower and narrower, and you finally saw those faces untouched by the dust of the mortal world.
Here, you felt a peace unlike any you had known before. You listened to the inner voice you had never paid attention to, and even lost yourself in your love for all things.
But it would be best not to forget that you were not a patient, nor did you belong here.]
There was no surprise. Soon after loading was complete, the mission briefing appeared.
Its contents even sounded fairly authentic. Though the wording was a little stream-of-consciousness, it still described the situation clearly enough.
A sanatorium in the mountains. He was playing the role of a visitor, and it seemed that his soul had inadvertently received a bit of healing as well.
It was a perfectly ordinary development. Even when he had heard the containment item's name earlier, he had vaguely imagined something like this.
Unfortunately, as wonderful as sanatoriums sounded, they had always been hotbeds for horror incidents.
And the mission briefing even seemed to contain a subtle warning.
Most importantly, as the briefing ended, Fu Qian confirmed that all five of his senses had returned.
Yet before his eyes was still complete darkness.
Even his body was rigid, as though he had little freedom of movement.
Sure enough, this did not seem like the treatment a visitor should receive.
Encountering such a situation right away, Fu Qian was not only