I'm a Dreamwalker. I Can Go Wherever I Want

Darkness was the original backdrop, like cotton soaked through with ink, heavy and viscous, wrapping consciousness in boundless silence. Chumeng had no idea how long they had been floating in this darkness. There was no concept of time, no boundaries of space, not even any awareness of a self, until a sharp stab of pain suddenly pierced the darkness, like a red-hot steel needle driven deep into the brain.

“Ugh...”