Though neither loud nor soft, the sound drowned out the tremendous boom that came from the depths of the world—or perhaps from beyond it.
Who was it?
Ming gazed at the sky, a trace of confusion rising in her heart.
The moment the thought arose, that trace of confusion seemed to sprout like weeds, growing wildly and running rampant in an instant!
Who was it? Who? Who?!
And who was I?
Where had I come from?
Where was I going?
I...
Questions, nearly endless in number, kept forming and piling up in her heart.
Her soul was flooded with doubts that continually arose, seemingly without end. She even felt her brain boiling.
And soon, something even more horrifying happened.
I'm the left hand? Why am I the left hand? Why aren't I the right hand?
I'm the heart? Why do I have to beat? Why can't I stay still?
I'm an eyeball...?
I'm...?
Her limbs and features, her internal organs, even every inch of flesh on her body, all developed minds of their own and began asking questions without end.
In her daze, Ming seemed to see a strange figure, nine feet nine inches tall, crystalline and translucent, its entire body shimmering with colorful light, neither real nor illusory, its face identical to hers. It turned to her and asked,
"Who are you?"
Her mind was in turmoil, doubts and confusion rising without end, but Ming still answered, "I'm Ming."
The moment she said it, she saw the strange figure with her face suddenly twist out of shape.
"You're Ming? No!" The strange figure roared. "I'm Ming's soul! I'm the real Ming!"
She's the real Ming?
Confusion rose again, growing wildly and running rampant.
Is that true?
She's the real Ming? Then who am I?
She was on the verge