As Pi Yanlin stepped through the layers of distorted illusions, the tip of his cloth shoe crunched against a shard of porcelain. It was a fragment of pottery stained with vermilion, upon which "Mother, wait for me" was scrawled in crooked characters. He bent down to pick it up, his thumb brushing over the indentations—a token left by a believer who had finally regained their senses, a child’s attempt to mark the path home within the dreamscape.
His knuckles were suddenly grazed by Gu Qinghuan’s Silver Chain. He looked up to see a sphere of ghostly blue light hovering before him.
"We’re here." Gu Qinghuan’s voice was hushed, the scar on her face twitching in time with her tightened jawline.
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