John could feel something poking his back, like a mischievous imp playing around, curious about the Sianweistan embedded in his spine.
He turned around blankly, still unable to shake off rigid thoughts, yet stunned into murmuring by the scene in front of him.
Purple-red smoke rose into an ocean, even the nighttime sky was tinged with colorful neon, as if the entire world was shrouded in a vast halo, everything seemed too dazzling and indistinct.
Cartoon dolls loomed in the distance.
They looked much like the cereal and drink mascots from TV commercials, spitting out plastic-wrapped hard candies from their mouths, occasionally landing on John, staining him with tiny splashes of dye.
"What kind of weird game is this!?"
John raised his hands from the mist, discovering he was holding an oversized champagne bottle, instinctively aiming at those dolls, corks would shoot out rapidly, breaking them apart.
Sometimes the dolls were harder, needing several corks to make them disappear.
