In her eyes, the entire room began to rewind in ti.
Light traversed the swirling gray dust, all the mycelium started to grow backward, the piano keys moved in reverse, and the furniture returned to their original positions.
"Why is she just standing still?" A Tuner outside the door asked.
"Miss Bai's mind ability, don't disturb her."
In the eyes of the two Tuners, the room looked no different from before, still presenting an appearance of gray decay.
Bai Nian'an stood in place.
Her mind was filled with countless mories that did not belong to her.
The warmth in front of the fireplace, the joy of completing a piece of art, the praise from peers, the smile of a kindergarten teacher.
The scenes of two n during their childhood in a foster ho flashed before Bai Nian'an's eyes like flowing light, quickly passing by.
One day, the woman who had always taken great care of them in the foster ho suddenly went mad, and was shot dead by arriving Tuners. Like a small interlude in a score, it beca a turning point in the two boys' destinies.
On a pitch-black snowy night, a man approached the two crying boys at the woman's grave, promising them everything.
Bai Nian'an struggled to see the man's face, but could only see a pair of dark red pupils.
Later, they graduated with the best grades, entered the Starry Arts Academy, beca student council mbers, and cultivated a broad network of contacts and societal resources, interacting with others kindly on the surface.
Secretly, they donned the robes of the Ascetic, brainwashing more people to join the Ascetic Sect and initiated terror attacks with sect mbers.
Until shortly before their deaths, they were still involved in high-level student council etings concerning matters about the Ascetic Sect itself.
Bai Nian'an's brow furrowed tighter and tighter, and before she could make sense of things, her perspective returned to the room.
They seed to have been attacked, their injuries were severe, one of them had half his chest pierced through, with a missing left arm, and small dense white flowers were growing from the wounds.
Bai Nian'an mused that this kind of white flower emitted an aura she seed to have sensed before on that previous blonde girl.
The other one's spirit was driven directly into madness, peeling off his own skin while alive in the room.
At so point, a sea of white flowers blossod in the room, withering monts later, and their bodies were devoured by dense strands of mycelium, resulting in decay.
The mycelium grew as rapidly as bamboo shoots after rain, filling the entire room.
Bai Nian'an quickly rewound ti further back.
The world in her eyes shattered and reassembled.
...
Under the broken firmant.
Two Ascetics walked through a sea of flowers, as a gentle breeze passed, the soft petals swayed slightly, large swathes tilted following the wind's path, scattering white fluff, falling with the pervasive gray dust.
Despite these flowers blooming everywhere, the two could not sense any vitality; the entire world seed to be left only with a silent pallor.
"Ascetic D31, how long has it been since we last ca here?" asked Ascetic D12.
"Twelve days."
"I an, here."
Ascetic D31 pondered for a while, then said, "719 years, 343 days, 11 hours, 5 minutes, and 5 seconds."
"How did it beco like this?"
"I didn't see art; I only saw decay and death."
"Not sure."
Before them stretched an endless wilderness, ashes from a fire floated haphazardly in the air, resembling scorched earth ravaged by warfare, and the air was filled with a thick scent of gunpowder.
They started to wander this pale world, walking on this gray, abandoned land.
There were no bustling cities, skyscrapers, streets, or any signs of civilization ever existing.
"The Heart of Desire?"
"Not sure."
"Even such beautiful life, will it ultimately wither away with ti?"
They traversed gully valleys, dried-up riverbeds, through mountains and plateaus, until after an interminable ti, they returned to this deathly still plain.
"What a world devoid of beauty," Ascetic D31 sighed. "I thought I could witness true art."
"I've started to find it boring, truly disappointing," Ascetic D12 began to turn away, but suddenly, seeing sothing, he grinned a smile mixed with joy, fear, and madness.
A vivid blood flower blood on his chest, his heart bursting open!
The splattered blood fell like red paint, adding a second color to the gray-white canvas.
The blood dripped onto the white cluster of flowers, and ti seed to freeze at this mont.
"Ascetic D12!!" Ascetic D31 shouted.
His comrade made no sound, falling to the ground, the flowing blood dyeing the Other Shore Flower below him red.
Looking around in terror, Ascetic D31 wanted to find the enemy who attacked them, but in the end, he stood there dazedly.
From the Other Shore Flower erged a girl, her silver hair brushing her boots, an intricately patterned lance lightly brushing the flowers, she was like the master of this world, the source of all the decay, withering, and deathly aura.
In his eyes was the girl's slightly dim eyes, the chaotic tendrils within her body filled with desire's hue, and that raised gun tip slowly aiming at him.
"Beautiful, so beautiful," Ascetic D31 murmured in a trance. "So you're here."
Another blood flower blood on his chest!
The world gradually darkened, turning blood-red.
Gaze fervent, he desperately crawled towards that girl exuding the aura of decay, withering, and death, his fingertips wanting to touch her shadow, until the last mont, he and his comrade's bodies caused a spatial distortion around them, vanishing into thin air.
The girl picked up the items they left behind.
An invitation letter with wings and gilded lettering, and a family ball invitation.
"A ticket," she murmured, "Star of Art?"
Suddenly, as if sensing sothing, she slowly turned her head: "You..."
"Who is it?"
Bai Nian'an's mind went blank with a buzzing sound, an unprecedented sense of crisis made every cell in her body wildly signal warnings, watching as the girl's hand slowly reached towards her. At the last mont, she suddenly severed the consciousness link, pulling herself out of the state of mind reconstruction.
She opened her mouth to breathe heavily, then coughed violently, covering her mouth, blood continuously seeping out through fingers from her nose and mouth.
The two Tuners outside the room saw the girl's unusual appearance, hurriedly rushed in, and supported her body.
"Miss Bai!" "Are you okay?"
Bai Nian'an pressed against the wall, taking a long ti to break away from that dizziness, then glanced back at the room with slightly trembling pupils.
"Go..."
"Go, leave here, report to the association, quickly report to the association."
The two Tuners watched Bai Nian'an, who seed lost, muttering sothing unintelligible, stumbling out of the room.
They exchanged a glance, each seeing confusion in the other's eyes.
...
Since returning from the Tuning Institute a week prior, Xu Xiaoyou had been feeling persistently listless, unable to muster interest in anything, as if everything had lost its aning.
Even the most savory dishes tasted like wax in her mouth, suffering insomnia day and night, occasionally experiencing palpitations.
Under Tang Xin's coercion and temptation, she went to the Life Daylight clinic but found no ntal illness; the doctor with a beaked mask only advised her to eat regularly, sleep well, take more walks, and avoid excessive ntal stress.
She tried to follow the doctor's advice, going to bed early and getting up early, eating regularly, and taking walks with Tang Xin every day, but the feeling did not fade, instead growing increasingly intense.
At this mont, that feeling burst forth, reaching its peak, a strong dizziness and nausea made her head swell, making her feel like the whole world was spinning.
She braced her hand on the washstand, her stomach churning.
Her gaze focused, a blood-stained die was vomited from her mouth.
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