A not-so-bright light swept past his eyes. Before his eyes could react, the image that flashed past his mind appeared in his memory. Countless small bubbles floated in the golden water, as fine as dust in the sun. They swayed disorderly and unobtrusively, and they floated in the same direction at the same time…
Were they rising? Or was he sinking? Even in a situation where he could not breathe, this question still emitted a strange poetic feeling…
As the light passed, all the bubbles returned to the darkness. They seemed to have turned into ghosts under the wavering weak light a little further away.
It was easy to get lost in this scene.
Looking at the elves floating in the air, Jason, who could no longer breathe, could not help but be lost in thought. It was as if he had returned to the wasteland where he had seen the boundless starry sky. His teeth unconsciously loosened in his daze, and a stream of champagne flowed into his mouth.
Although he was ready to leave this world, his biological instincts had not left yet.
There wasn't much air left in his lungs, and in a moment of panic, he choked on the champagne.
His chest instinctively expanded as he tried to breathe in, but all he inhaled was champagne.
This time, his already chaotic consciousness immediately spun around, as if the world was disintegrating.
The muscles in his entire body began to spasm.
This body on the verge of death did not know what to do.
However, it still had to do something out of its survival instinct. All its limbs subconsciously started to move randomly, and the chaotic and crazy impulse rose exponentially.
But at the same time, the power it could control was rapidly disappearing
Suddenly, the impulse separated from the energy it controlled without any warning. This time, it could not do anything, and its mind instantly became empty.
The only thing left was chaos itself…
However, his body was still struggling violently. This scene was so strange in Jason's eyes. It was as if he was looking at another person who had nothing to do with him. This feeling made his mind start to go out of control…
Then, at this moment, a series of questions that seemed to have nothing to do with the current situation popped up in his mind. Since Chaos had appeared in front of him, what was on the other side of the Heart's Eye?
'This side' shouldn't be the 'chaotic', otherwise, how could he see the' chaotic'? However, he could feel that it was impossible for this side to not be the chaos…
Did he see the "side" of the "chaos" or the "chaos" itself?
Even if it was Chaos itself, wouldn't it be on the opposite side of the Heart's Eye?
For the first time, Jason realized something that was both natural and inexplicable. If he was something, then he shouldn't be able to see it, just like how he couldn't carry himself.
Right, since his body was right in front of him, then what was the 'side' of the 'Heart's Eye' that saw his body?…
Which one was he?
or...
What exactly was 'themselves'?
This question was even more suffocating than inhaling champagne…
Eh?
Jason, who was on the verge of fainting, suddenly realized something strange. Even though he was struggling wildly, there seemed to be a kind of silence behind everything that happened. There was still not a trace of fluctuation…
That Silence…
The moment he felt it, Jason's attention stopped on it and he could no longer move…
Or to be more precise…it wasn't that it couldn't move, but that the moment its attention stopped on the " silence," it suddenly discovered and experienced that the " silence " was everywhere. Even the " silence " was behind the " attention " itself…
Hence, his " attention " had nowhere to go.
The " attention " that had nowhere to go was brought deeper into the " silence " by the indescribable experience. Gradually, he saw that the silence did not seem to have any fluctuations. No matter what appeared " here ", and no matter what this " something " was treated as " something "…
This strange discovery made Jason even more dazed than death…
That's right, even behind "death" seemed to be…
What was going on?
In the face of this almost impossible and unbelievable silence, even the struggle of his body on the edge of death seemed to be more and more evident to Jason. It was something that had nothing to do with him…
Even the so-called "death" had nothing to do with death…
A faint and ethereal high-pitched sound came from the bottom of the water, like a dream.
The moment he heard it, a consciousness that was no longer like a consciousness reignited.
Was death approaching?
Why was he still sinking?
Could it be that death was not complete?
In a situation where life and death were unknown, there was no sorrow or joy, only emptiness, vaguely existing…
Under the faint light of his consciousness, his vision began to rotate on its own.
If the movement he felt at the moment was really sinking, then the opposite side of the sinking direction was where the water surface was. At this moment, there were no longer any messy figures there. The swaying light had also disappeared, leaving only a ball of white mist. In the faint light, only the small bubbles were still there…
They were everywhere.
Looking at the countless bubbles floating around him, it was easy to have the illusion that he was one of them. Jason, who was in a daze, was immediately captured by this illusion.
Just as the last of his consciousness lingered in the sense of floating free of all restraints, the high note appeared again, this time sounding closer.
What was that sound? It was a little like a baby's laughter, but it also had the ethereal air of a wind chime.
Jason couldn't help but look in the direction of the voice, but he didn't see anything.
Was that some kind of guidance?
Or…was this another world?
When the thoughts floating in the darkness came to this conclusion, an illusion-like feeling instantly drowned everything…
It was sweet. Jason felt a soft sweetness in his mouth. It was clear and bright.
His tongue gently moved, and it was the taste of the liquid that was constantly flowing into his mouth.
That's right, it was champagne. Then, under the guidance of his memory, his sense of smell found that sweet smell again.
Was he really still alive?
Jason couldn't help but feel suspicious. He had choked on so much water just now and couldn't breathe. How could he still be alive?
Breathing?
Jason finally realized that he was still breathing.
He immediately held his breath to prevent his lungs from inhaling more fluid.
However... He didn't seem to be feeling any discomfort…
He tried to breathe in slowly again. The liquid that slowly entered his chest did not cause him to cough or suffocate. Instead, it seemed to be more comfortable than breathing in air. More importantly, the moist feeling that permeated his entire body made him feel a little drunk between breaths.
Jason couldn't help but fall in love with this feeling. He began to swim, allowing the champagne to flow around his body and stir up a hint of coolness inside and outside. At the same time, it also reactivated all the senses of this body.
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