This corridor is probably as dangerous as the path to the clock tower guarded by the Hanged Man.
"Have I... been caught in an illusion?" Wen Xishu's expression was grave.
The sides of the corridor were lined with various mirrors: clear, funhouse, cracked, one-way glass.
A thin mist flowed before the mirrors, distorting and warping the reflections. In some mirrors, Wen Xishu and a faceless boy were reflected, their images overlapping.
Wen Xishu realized he was subjected to a spiritual invasion after seeing the reflection in the mirror, no matter how cautious he was...
"Is it the pink dust? Or the sound? Or perhaps the scent?"
Wen Xishu couldn't determine.
"Does this signify that I will eventually merge with Charlie... Will I also become part of the Land of Dust?"
Wen Xishu did not proceed immediately.
In this corridor, each step taken would alter the reflections in the mirrors.
Wen Xishu observed for a while, then took the first step.
