Mo Ling lay on the pitch-black ground, watching the white stripes seem to transform into forms he recognized.
Following those shifting stripes, he relived the journey through the Abyss once more.
This time, there was no parting. He and the girl reached the Abyss Bottom together, discovered a new path there, and began a new adventure...
It felt as though the journey would never end.
But it was only a fantasy. As the stripes faded away, Mo Ling returned to the sorrowful reality.
█: "Sigh..."
Cube let out a long sigh.
He knew his fantasy could never come true.
Every journey would eventually reach its end, and every story would have a conclusion.
The gazes he carried would eventually turn away.
Mo Ling looked "upward." In the direction opposite the song of the Cha Li Clan, he seemed to see a beam of light.
That had to be somewhere higher than this place.
A central projection had to have a "center," didn't it?
That source of light seemed to be the center.
The farther he was from the ground and the closer he was to the light source, the more clearly Mo Ling could sense that light.
He could not make out its appearance, but he could feel the emotions it conveyed to him.
It was a feeling of "concern" and "scrutiny," like passersby watching a story. They came in haste and left in haste, lightly glancing at this world and using his shadow to observe a tiny corner of it.
Yet it was that light that made this world more solid.
It seemed that without their observation, this world would not exist.
It was because the "light source" existed that the "projection" existed.
As the tangible object between the light source and the shadow, he could understand all of