Lu Li slowly awoke.
With the return of consciousness, the incessant sound of the tide echoed in his ears, and the damp fishy scent of the sea pervaded the surroundings.
He hadn't awakened in the asylum.
Realizing this, Lu Li opened his eyes and sat up from the wooden cabin bed.
A candle, no bigger than a pinky finger, was slanted on the dining table, with a distant coastline and a leaden sea surface appearing outside the mottled window.
He had been brought to the seaside town.
It seemed only logical for Lu Li, who had fallen asleep in the ocean projection inside the coastal wooden hut, to appear in a real wooden hut.
The pitch-black holes that had been on the real floor also disappeared without leaving a trace.
"Trouble."
Lu Li muttered.
