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Lin Yuan has known one thing since he was a child-- This world has more than one level. He has no evidence. All he had were moments: the walls occasionally felt like they didn't exist, the sounds he heard from one more direction after closing his eyes than when he opened them, and the huge, silent light that first appeared on the night of a high fever when he was three years old and was slowly sinking. No one else can see it. He kept a list in an old notebook. The list is short. One of the names comes from a post sixteen years ago-three lines, one Spanish word, and it has never been online since. He has been looking for it for half his life. The second person was not found. Then one day, he touched a lamp that wasn't supposed to be on. Then he fell. Not falling. Is to\