“I summon you... across the river of time, to reclaim the memories you lost.”
The voice was like a gentle breeze skimming over a still lake, carrying an irresistible magic that quietly plucked the deepest strings in Weiguang’s heart.
At that moment, her consciousness seemed wrapped in soft clouds and mist. It grew hazy and distant, then slowly sank into an endless darkness.
In that darkness, time seemed to lose all meaning, while space twisted into something elusive and strange.
Yet just as Weiguang was about to lose herself completely, drops of crystal-clear water began to fall quietly in the gloom, making a crisp “drip, drip” sound.
The moment they touched the ground, the drops miraculously blossomed into tiny blue ripples. Like the brightest stars in the night sky, they brought a glimmer of life and hope to the endless darkness.
Weiguang struggled to blink her sore eyes, trying to dispel the dark haze before her.
But what greeted her was not light and warmth, but an even deeper, more boundless abyss of darkness.
The air was thick with a suffocating, damp, musty smell. It was as if countless invisible hands were tugging at her soul, filling her with fear and helplessness unlike anything she had ever known.
But just as she teetered on the brink of collapse, the mysterious voice rang out again, carrying an irresistible force and an indescribable gentleness: “Woman, don’t be afraid... Come here. I’ll guide you toward the light.”
Like rain after a long drought, the voice nourished Liuxi’s parched heart and rekindled the flame of hope within her.
