[To commemorate October 13, 2021, the first novel we wrote]
As the shuttle landed, Song Yi finally arrived at what the man called the "parallel early universe".
The darkness gradually brightened before my eyes, just like what was described in a science fiction novel. Rows of tall buildings emerged from the illusion of light. The colorful neon lights reflected psychedelic colors in her eyes, and the high-hanging light seemed like a dazzling sun, but it also seemed like--
--A grand explosion.
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Intention: Knowing to stop without danger