After drinking a little and thoroughly enjoying the games, Jiang Han soon drifted into dreamland in the comfortable cave bed.
Her will settled, descending into the depths of the dream.
The surroundings twisted and warped, turning into a blank expanse of gray fog.
Where was this? A new dreamscape... Jiang Han blinked. As a witch, she rarely dreamed. The more powerful a witch was, the less likely she was to dream lightly, lest some spell model akin to a "wish spell" leak out and create some vast, bizarre feast.
She stepped lightly onto the ground beneath the gray mist and felt something solid beneath her feet, yet also strangely ethereal.
Suddenly, a peculiar inspiration urged her forward.
Following that inspiration, she felt her way ahead through the dense gray fog and discovered that a door had appeared before her!
It was made of fine wood and finished with excellent lacquerwork.
"How strange." Jiang Han's lips twitched as she gently pushed open the door.
The thin door connected two entirely different spaces. Outside, it was clearly just a solitary door, yet inside lay a well-furnished room with an eighteenth-century feel, its floor covered in a beige carpet.
There was a fireplace, wooden furniture, rows upon rows of bookshelves, and an enormous floor-to-ceiling window spanning half the room's wall.
Jiang Han walked inside and saw a dim starry sky beyond the window.
As she drew closer, she saw something like a lake. Thousands of small and enormous spheres floated within its dozens of layers of water, and a thought suddenly arose in her heart:
Those spheres were different living planets.
"So our planet has a structure like this..." Brimming with curiosity, Jiang Han pressed herself against the glass and stared. This wondrous sight vaguely aided her inspiration, like how one found it