The Sect Leader didn't pay it any more mind. He had been badly frightened by the dump truck.
'Time to keep waking up.'
He started opening his eyes again and again, but he still couldn't reach reality. The phone beside him was still glowing incessantly.
'Still the same call. How am I not back yet? Just how deep did I go this time?'
He couldn't quite remember anymore. When too much time passed in a dream, you tended to forget which layer you were in.
'This awakening seems to be taking a while.' The Sect Leader realized something was wrong, but since opening his eyes repeatedly took no effort, he kept doing it, puzzled. He had already opened them many times.
Open eyes, open eyes, open eyes…
Finally, when he opened his eyes again, the glowing light from the phone was gone.
'Am I back?'
He rubbed his blurry eyes, only to find that the ceiling above him was not the familiar one.
'Where am I?'
He found himself lying on a bed, with a dense canopy of text covering the sky.
