As the words fell, Yan Huan did not even have time to ask another question before Pom-Pom and the gray-white Pathway Interstice before him shattered like a mirror. The fragments flew everywhere without a sound, turning into specks of fading light.
A feeling of weightlessness struck him. After a brief bout of dizziness, he abruptly left that place, and his feet once more felt solid ground beneath them.
He found himself standing in a courtyard.
The architectural style was classical yet strange.
Patterns of stars covered the lofty dome, while dazzling, pure light—seemingly carefully filtered—slanted in through carved windows, casting crisp, orderly shadows across the floor.
It was somewhat blinding, yet it also illuminated the slowly drifting dust in the air.
The walls were a deep blue like the night sky, the hanging drapes a mysterious, soft violet. Even the clusters of unknown flowers blooming on the ground displayed delicate gradients ranging from pale purple to dark blue.
Their petals were translucent, emitting a faint, breathing glow. The stillness was unreal.
Yan Huan slowly stepped forward. His footsteps echoed lonely and distinctly through the empty courtyard as he walked over the smooth, mirror-like dark floor.
He walked through the quiet garden, passing beneath many archways and through corridors carved with intricate patterns as the faintly cool air brushed his cheeks.
Fragmentary memory scenes occasionally flickered through the void at either side, like light and shadow accidentally leaking from sealed recordings—blurred and fleeting.
"Memory afterimages again..."
At last, at the end of the garden, he found the quietly floating seed of [Remembrance].
It pulsed gently, radiating rings of ripples almost invisible to the naked eye, like a sleeping purple cube.
"Is this Cyrene's true body?" Yan Huan could not help but speculate. He instinctively reached out, only for his fingertips to