"Brother, did you hear me?"
The sound came from inside his body, or in other words, it resonated from every molecule of this rain curtain. Lu Mingze was standing next to him, his figure looking a little transparent in the rain, as if he would melt into this boundless sadness at any time. He didn't look at Lu Mingfei, but stared at the bottomless well with complicated eyes.
"Hear... What?" Lu Mingfei's voice was as dry as dry leaves rubbing against each other.
"Echo." Lu Mingze said softly. His golden pupils were shining in the darkness. The light was weak but extremely stable, like two stars guiding travelers to an unknown place. "It's not the echo of sound, it's... The echo of existence. There is something that is unwilling to disappear just like that, and is still vibrating stubbornly there."
Lu Mingfei raised his head blankly and followed his gaze towards the darkness that swallowed everything. At first, there was nothing there but despair. But after looking at it for a long time, he seemed to have really captured something in that pure, soul-sucking depth of darkness.
Not light.
More like a scar.
A twisted and complex carving outlined by extremely fine, almost hallucinatory golden threads. It does not belong to this world, it is more like someone used huge power to forcefully cut a hole in the canvas of "reality", revealing the base of nothingness underneath, and that golden color is exactly the... Obsession that seeps out of nothingness.
"That... What is it?" Lu Mingfei murmured, feeling his soul trembling.
"A signature." Lu Mingze's voice
