The weight of the world lies beyond the door.
I step over the icy white ground, crossing one block of light after another.
Tower Master Lü Shu leads me to a door, gives a brief reminder, and leaves me here.
The dense mechanical door stands before me, so heavy as if it's separating two worlds.
Inside the door, it's not an ordinary patient — it's the Savior who once wielded the heavens and manipulated the destinies of countless people, and also a soul struggling in agony. He refuses my therapeutic entry, only saying he's not ill.
I'm used to dealing with patients who are unwilling to speak, who often insist they're normal, while their hearts have already corroded like worm-eaten tree hollows.
