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Rayal's consciousness gradually pieced together from nothingness, as if climbing up from a distant abyss. He opened his eyes, surrounded by a pitch-black darkness, as if all light had been obscured by a heavy black velvet. His limbs, previously a blur of flesh and blood in the intense memory of electric shocks, now surprisingly felt no pain, and all wounds had miraculously healed. This contradictory reality filled him with deep confusion.
He tried to stand up, and to his surprise, his limbs coordinated well. However, a sudden inexplicable dizziness hit him, like the lingering effects of a high fever. Rayal struggled to maintain balance, as if searching for support in invisible waves. His gaze explored the darkness, but besides boundless darkness, he sensed nothing. No sound, no wind, no sign of life. This absolute solitude and silence made him wonder if he had truly died and if this place was the afterlife.
In Rayal's heart, the desire to explore was ignited once again. He could not accept that endless darkness was his fate. He began to walk cautiously, reaching out his arm in an attempt to touch anything in the dark space. Each step was taken with great care, fearing the unknown abyss.
In the darkness, Rayal's breathing became rapid, his outstretched arm searching for anything that could guide him out of the pitch-black. Time lost its meaning in the darkness, and he did not know how long he had been walking or if he was truly making progress. Just as he began to question his decision, a faint glimmer of light flashed into his sight.
Light, this simple and pure existence in contrast to the darkness, is like a signal of hope. A surge of uncontrollable excitement rose in Rayal's heart, even though doubts of traps flashed through his mind, he could not resist the desire for the light. He ran quickly towards the light, his footsteps echoing in the void, each step making the light brighter and more enticing.
When Rayal finally arrived at the source of the light, the scene before him made his steps come to a sudden halt. A strong beam of light shot down from an unknown height, like a spotlight from the heavens shining directly on his position. This beam of light quickly spread out, surrounding him as if it had a life of its own, both warm and intense to the point of being unbearable to look at. Rayal tried to shield his eyes, but found himself unable to move, as if his body was frozen in this beam of light.
The light passed through his body, and each ray of light seemed to silently judge him. Rayal felt a force flowing through his body, from his toes to the top of his head, with every cell dancing under the scan of this light. It was not just a visual shock, but also a deep emotional touch. His past, present, and future seemed to intertwine at this moment, and all his pain, regrets, and hopes were reflected in the light with unparalleled clarity.
The light gradually softened, and Rayal's eyes finally adjusted to the surrounding environment. In this boundless sea of light, Rayal felt like a floating feather, weightless and unable to feel any substantial contact. It was neither like heaven nor like the earthly realm, only an interweaving of light and space, as if he were in an eternal dawn.
These rays of light seem to have tenderness, not piercing through everything in a straight line, but flowing gently around Rayal as if trying to soothe his wounded soul. He began to notice countless tiny points of light in each beam, flickering at different frequencies, as if communicating with each other or conveying a language to him that he had not yet learned to understand.
As he continued to observe, Rayal noticed a certain harmony among these points of light. They were not just existing unconsciously; they had subtle interactions with each other, like a quiet dance of light. Each point of light was an individual entity, but together they formed a vast canvas, painting the incredible world before Rayal.
The warm light seemed to possess a healing power, and Rayal felt his fatigue gradually dissipating. His mind was gradually releasing confusion and constraints in this cleansing. He tried to take a step, only to realize that he didn't need to move at all. His consciousness traveled within this light, guided by his thoughts.
When a blurry human figure appeared before Rayal, he felt a strong sense of familiarity, as if it wasn't his first time there. The human figure became clearer and eventually coalesced into a tall figure wearing a pristine white robe. Their facial features were gentle, with eyes that were both loving and profound, like a sage or a guardian.
Rayal stopped in his tracks, gazing at the gradually clearer figure. The person reached out a hand, as if holding a glowing pearl in their palm. The pearl shimmered with a rhythm different from the surrounding light, as if it possessed its own life and will.
A gentle yet commanding voice echoed in the space, seemingly coming from nowhere and at the same time resonating directly in his heart, carrying an irresistible deep charm: " Rayal, welcome to this place."
Rayal's gaze fell on the old man in the pristine white robe. Though he was puzzled, curiosity prompted him to speak, "Excuse me, where is this place?"
A faint smile played at the corner of the old man's mouth, and a hint of pity shone in his eyes, as if he were looking at a lost child. He shook his head gently and spoke with a touch of mockery in his voice, "Child, this is what you often call 'heaven'."
Rayal was stunned for a moment, this didn't fit his idea of paradise. He had always thought that paradise should be a place filled with golden light and surrounded by angels. But here, although peaceful, it lacked the luxury and solemnity he had imagined.
"Paradise?" Rayal asked in return, furrowing his brow.
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