At the End of the Day, Strange Cards Are Used to Farm and Ripen All Things.

When Chen Fan opened his eyes, there was still the bitter taste in his mouth from the third cup of instant coffee he drank while working overtime last night. What he saw was an adobe roof covered with grass, with spider webs hanging on a few crooked beams. Sunlight leaked through the holes and shone on his earth-covered face. He sat up suddenly, and the back of his head hit a low beam, grimacing in pain. "Fuck..."