On the outskirts of Mosul, after Zhou Xuan touched the Sumerian clay tablets, why did he suffer from a hangover-like headache for three days? Are the electric currents at the fingertips, the giant golden net, and the illusion of "embracing light" really caused by dehydration?
Why does the roar of the engine behind you feel unnaturally oppressive under the setting sun? Why did the two snow-white light beams lock on him instantly? Was the burning sensation that penetrated the skin when he was knocked away an illusion?
When his consciousness returned, he was suspended on the roof of the ambulance - was this translucent body of light mist a ghost or a quantum state? Is the cold liquid injected by medical staff a treatment or an invasion of consciousness? Why does the current from a defibrillator penetrate the soul?
The thought floated back to her home in Beijing, but why didn't she notice when it passed through her mother's shoulder? How could his father's frown, his mother's tears, and his shouting all come to nothing? Ling Wei's fingertips paused and then resumed. Did she really not catch any abnormalities?
The boundless darkness devours the light and shadow of the home. Why is that glimmer of light in the distance so warm and inviting? Is the idea of "embracing the light" a salvation, or is it another trap? Could Ling Wei's momentary sense be the key to breaking the situation?
Zhou Xuan gathered his consciousness and moved towards the light spot - was this step into peace, or into a deeper prison?
