It was like playing an adventure game. He could revisit the maps he had already lit up from an entirely new perspective, but he could not go anywhere that had remained black from beginning to end.
Without time to think further, he hurried after the others into the Stairwell.
Once inside, he did not rush downstairs. Instead, he first looked up toward the top of the Stairwell.
The entire Stairwell looked like a Fibonacci sequence. Looking up, he could not locate his own position at all. There was only a spiral stretching into a pitch-black vortex overhead.
He looked down as well. It was the same Fibonacci sequence, the same pitch-black vortex.
If not for his subconscious belief that beneath his feet was "down" and above his head was "up," he would have had no way to distinguish between the two.
He looked back toward the Stairwell entrance and discovered that the door had vanished into thin air.
He was certain he had not moved since coming to a stop, but... suddenly, he was not so certain anymore.
He felt a little lost, his mind suddenly woozy.
Gradually, he felt unpredictable distortions occurring in his surroundings, as though the entire Stairwell had come alive.
He knew perfectly well that he was in a dream, but at that moment, an emotion called fear still arose beyond his control.
He hurried downstairs, gradually catching up with the group containing his "yesterday self," then followed them out of the Stairwell, passing through the door leading to Basement Level One of the Teaching Building...
"Whew-"
The cold night breeze brushed his cheeks. Breathing in the air, Lin Yi felt as though it were yesterday.
"Maozi, you knock this time. I'll watch the time and bring up the rear."
Suddenly, the voice of his