What I saw in my field of vision was not the imaginary Naihe Bridge or Bana Flowers, but a pure, invisible darkness. She tried to blink her eyes and took a moment to adapt before she could barely make out some blurry outlines around her. There is a towering dome above the head, and cold stone walls on both sides. And she was lying in a long, narrow, metal container.
A... Coffin.
Copper coffin.
