Countercurrent of Consciousness

"Source, where is the source of data? Time and space are a rhapsody of intertwined data." An ethereal voice always comes from the dream. No, this voice did not come from a dream, it was real! Ling Yu woke up from his sleep and found that it was early morning. "We will meet again eventually." The weak voice continued to disappear, but at this moment his mind was unusually clear.