Lin Yi's mouth fell open in astonishment. He had absolutely no idea what to say.
The previously completely opaque "Principal's Office" had now become crystal clear. Transparent membranes like bat wings had grown in the gaps between the vines, each displaying a wondrous image.
The images resembled color televisions stacked together in a furniture mall in the nineties. Every television was on, different screens playing different "TV" programs, covering the entire inner wall of the "Principal's Office."
Most of those images showed scenes unfamiliar to Lin Yi.
Some looked like apocalyptic wastelands...
Twisted towers of steel wreckage jutted diagonally from an ocher-red desert. Tattered tarps covered in fluorescent graffiti hung from wind-eroded iron frames, snapping in the sandstorm like ghostly flags...
In the distance stood an obelisk piled from the scraps of some technological products. Half a mechanical skeleton was embedded in the glass chamber at its peak, resembling the remains of a warrior who had died wearing Exoskeleton Armor.
Giant rusted gears lay scattered among the dunes, the white bones of unknown creatures wedged between their teeth-as though some tremendous force had ripped them from the earth's core and casually discarded them in this deathly stillness.
Other scenes had the near-future science-fiction aesthetic of cyberpunk...
Holographic neon advertisements floated in a curtain of lead-gray rain. Day and night were indistinguishable in the dim sky. Neon advertisements bearing traditional Huaxia characters flashed on some of the skyscrapers, their brilliant light overlapping and flickering like scenes found only in certain games.
On the wet streets, mercenaries wearing partial exoskeleton equipment moved about freely, seemingly heading somewhere to turn in missions. Maglev trains resembling steel dragons also seemed to weave between the skyscrapers. Through their windows, lavishly dressed figures were faintly visible, their aristocratic air at odds with the era, so elegant