I listened to my sister's words today.

Lying on the hospital bed, Yun Yiruo felt as if he was falling, as if his body had escaped the pull of gravity and was falling towards the endless abyss.

The wind whistled in my ears, like the roar of an angry beast, tearing my consciousness apart layer by layer.

I wanted to shout for my sister, but I found that my voice disappeared into nothingness, even the sound of my heartbeat was swallowed up without a trace.

Time seemed to be crushed, and she couldn't tell whether it was a few moments or a few centuries. In this desperate feeling of weightlessness, she trembled suddenly.

The black space in front of my eyes suddenly appeared, like thick ink dyeing the surroundings black, and even the air was filled with an oppressive coldness.

A familiar sense of déjà vu came over her, as if the place she had dreamed of last time was accepting her again.

In the darkness, she gradually saw clearly what was in front of her - a huge piece of glass stretched before her eyes, as smooth as a flawless mirror.

The other side of the glass was completely different. A bustling scene was everywhere. It was a strange yet shocking world.

The crowd on the other side of the glass was bustling, the colorful costumes shone brightly under the lights, and a grand ceremony seemed to be taking place.

Their faces were filled with carnival smiles, and they surrounded each other. The garlands, flags and ceremonial objects in their hands swayed with the flow of people, creating a lively scene.

In this dreamlike clamor, Yun Yiru's attention was firmly drawn to the man sitting high above on the throne.

That was the self she had dreamed of last time, yet it was completely different from the real her.

The man sat lazily on the throne, wearing a golden robe that looked like flowing light. His crown was inlaid with huge gems that reflected a dazzling light.

His every frown and smile reveals majesty, just like a man of destiny who is high on the altar.

Her gaze passed over the crowd and once again landed precisely on where Yun Yiru was.

Yun Yiru's heart suddenly tightened. The gaze was more oppressive than the one in her last dream, as if even the air was frozen.

However, this time, time in the outside world did not stop and the noise continued.

"She" on the other side of the glass curled her lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, which contained a kind of silent provocation and confidence.

The atmosphere of the ceremony suddenly reached its climax, and the crowd's cheers surged like a tide, shaking the entire space. "Yun Yiruo" on the throne suddenly raised his hand.

With a slight wave of his hand, the surrounding subjects all knelt down, prostrating themselves on the ground like sculptures, chanting an ancient and distant ballad.

Suddenly, she disappeared from the throne like a streak of golden light streaking through the air, and when she reappeared, she was standing next to the float at the foot of the steps.

The floats are decorated like mythical artifacts, emitting a soft fluorescent light.

The subjects had already respectfully prepared everything. Children on both sides of the float were running around happily. Some held flower baskets and scattered gorgeous petals; some waved ribbons and shuttled through the crowd.

The singing goes on and on:

"Praise the great God of life,

The Son of Joy has come to earth!

Bring victory to people and avoid war!

Rain falls from the sky,

Give the withered flowers a splash of color!

fellow countrymen,

Dance and sing!"

The singing is like waves, one after another, conveying an indescribable sense of sacredness.

"Yun Yiruo" standing on the float has a lazy look on her face, but she also has an unshakable dignity.

She raised her hand slightly, and everyone stopped moving, as if the world had held its breath.

At that moment, Yun Yiruo seemed to feel that she had merged with the "herself" on the other side of the glass, and some kind of power in her body seemed to be quietly awakened.

At this moment, the dark space began to tremble, and an irresistible suction force suddenly came.

Yun Yiruo's body was sucked in like a kite with a broken string. The scene around him quickly collapsed. The bustling crowd, himself on the throne, the singing, the floats - all turned into nothingness in an instant.

Only the ancient song still echoed in her ears, as if foreshadowing an inevitable fate...

Before long, the outside world fell into a suffocating silence again, as if all the noise had been drained away, leaving only a stagnant silence.

Yun Yiru's heart beat faster and faster, and the sound of his own heavy breathing came to his ears. At this moment, the huge mirror in front of him suddenly cracked into a tiny gap.

The cracks spread irregularly, spreading around the mirror like a spider web, making a creepy "cracking" sound.

A familiar scene came to mind. Isn’t this the scene I saw in my dream last time?

"Bang!" The mirror shattered completely, and the fragments flew everywhere, but did not fall to the ground. Instead, they floated in the air, emitting a strange light.

Under this light, a figure slowly walked out from behind the mirror.

Yun Yiruo stood there, her legs felt like they were filled with lead, she wanted to move but couldn't.

My head felt dizzy, as if something was stirring wildly, and my thoughts were as confused as a tangled mess.

Her eyes were fixed on the other person, but she could not see through the face that was exactly like her own.

"here we go again?"

The other person raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and that smile was a bit lazy and a bit disdainful.

She raised her hand and waved it gently, and a lounge chair appeared out of thin air, then leaned on it without any hesitation, as if this was her territory.

Behind him, nine silver-white tails slowly stretched out and swayed gently in the air, with the tips of the tails flashing with cold light, like the claws of a hunter.

"It seems that you did not obey the arrangement of fate, but chose to defy it and change your destiny."

The voice was low and carried an indescribable sense of oppression, as if every word was striking at Yun Yiru's heart.

"But unfortunately, your efforts don't seem to have changed much. Everything... is back on track."

"What are you talking about?" Yun Yiruo frowned, feeling more and more uneasy.

He approached, but didn't dare to take a step forward. He could only force himself to speak, "I don't understand! Can you explain it in simpler terms?"

The other party scoffed and looked at her with half-closed eyes, his tail still swinging nonchalantly behind him.

"Simple?" He drew out the question, as if savoring the three words, and then nodded.

"Of course. What I mean is - if you don't change the current situation, you will return to the same track and usher in... collapse."

"Collapse?"

"What do you mean?"

He tilted his head, a dangerous glint in his eyes. His lips curled up again, but this time there was a hint of coldness in his smile.

"The meaning of collapse..."

Said word by word.

"It means your world will be completely reset."

“Your body will most likely turn to dust in the process.

"more importantly……"

"You lose the people you love most, the people who are closest to you, the people you trust the most."

"Everything will disappear, not even a trace will be left."

"No!"

, let's see if I'm right or if your sister is just lucky enough."