His life was a lonely journey into the distance.
Yi Lianhai raised his head and looked at the laboratory ceiling.
He did not always appear beneath the sky, because he knew that "God" had merely fallen asleep, not perished.
Everything remained under Its gaze, and everything reflected in Its pupils would be fully perceived by It the moment It awoke.
How long has it been since I last looked at the sky?
The thought suddenly occurred to Yi Lianhai.
The last time he had truly looked at the sky seemed to have been a very, very long time ago.
It had been a night with a bright moon and clear stars, the stars overhead twinkling like real stars.
At the time, Jiang Du and Zuo Xian had just given up on clearing the game and returned to Moon City.
Jiang Du had asked to meet him...
Then twenty years had passed.
Since that night, his every action had been a performance for that immense, deathly still eye.
Although Yi Lianhai had never witnessed the enormous pupil that Jiang Du said hung constantly at the zenith, he chose to believe Jiang Du.
Because the choice Jiang Du had made that night had been harder than his twenty years of pretending.
That night-
"So beautiful..."
Jiang Du gazed at the star-studded night sky, his eyes a little unfocused.
"Didn't you say this world was false?" Yi Lianhai glanced at the night sky as he replied.
"Even a false night sky is modeled on real stars. To us, there really isn't much difference." Jiang Du smiled.
After saying that, Jiang Du fell silent for a long time, then suddenly said, "Lianhai, come enjoy the breeze with me."
He rose and walked to the railing, staring blankly at the stars filling the sky.
"Tell