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Chapter 962 Star Color

Enid fell back into sleep.

This is an irreversible process; when the world's order returns to chaos, she will inevitably revert to the petite Enid.

But Milo and Rebecca both knew that even if she returned to the Dreamland, she still wouldn't choose to wake up.

...

She doesn't seem to love the city she created as deeply as the other dreamers.

King Kurans was willing to endure humiliation for the sake of the Eternal Kingdom, and Mabel was willing to fight a great war against Kadas for the sake of the City of a Thousand Pillars.

They are the true dream weavers; in their dreams, they create the most perfect and unattainable dream city in their own hearts.

However, Enid is not.

She simply cherished love for everything that existed before.

The city of Nanwei, lost deep in the Southern Territory, is almost a one-to-one replica of the Nanwei city that has been annihilated in the world of consciousness.

She did not create anything.

She was just in a period of ignorance and naivety, even dreaming about jumping around in this city.

At one point, I couldn't even distinguish between dreams and reality, and that's precisely where the beauty lies.

When she could distinguish them, the dream ended.

...

……

Milo fastened the petite Enid back around his waist, then patted Rebecca on the shoulder:

"She'll be back sooner or later anyway, let her get some more sleep first."

Rebecca remained silent.

She waited patiently for this abyssal world to completely collapse before pushing her and Milo back into the world of consciousness.

But the reality is not like that.

She saw Milo suddenly snap his fingers.

Some sparks scattered in the void.

Finally, the Mars seemed to drift down onto the solid ground and quickly lost its crimson flame color.

...

Then, she heard Milo's voice coming from beside her ear:

"Would you like to see what Nero, who evolved in the abyss, is like? Or, Karl?"

“No.” Rebecca refused bluntly: “They don’t need the illusions fabricated by the Abyss to taint them.”

After a moment of silence, she sighed again.

"I'm afraid the abyss is too realistically constructed."

...

"Then let's change places."

Milo took Rebecca's hand and snapped his fingers again.

As the last distant star shattered, all forms of energy and matter returned to chaos once more, and Rebecca's vision began to be enveloped by the embers of the First Flame.

...

The world Nas Hortas lived in has been annihilated.

However, Milo and Rebecca, who were visitors, were not immediately pushed back into the Dreamland.

What came into view was not the ruined Kingdom of Kem.

...

"Ok?"

Rebecca heard it.

No, she saw a melodious song, a fragment composed of curved lines and musical notes, coming from afar on the wind, sometimes visible and sometimes hidden.

She can see not only musical notes, but also the flowing wind.

Here, light and shadow take on a different, wondrous form.

She looked down and opened her palm, revealing a hand drawn with black, white, and gray lines.

It is neither a rigorous, realistic sketch nor an overly abstract, cartoonish one.

Everything here is like this.

…The visual effect of a low frame rate gives people the illusion that time has slowed down.

Rebecca turned to look at Milo.

She saw a Milo with far fewer details than in the real world, but the simple lines preserved his purest and most authentic self.

She also saw herself reflected in Milo's eyes, just as simple and pure.

Rebecca instinctively reached out to touch Milo's face.

It's a completely different feel from the real world, but the warmth it conveys is still very familiar and reassuring.

...

This is the town that Milo had visited before.

The abandoned dream god Zo-Kalar, who was originally staying in the town square, has disappeared.

But the songs He sang still remain.

The singing was still melodious, but it carried a greater sense of relief than the version Milo had heard before.

This is a tomb of a deity, and also a haven for the soul.

Because Zo-Caral was too weak, Chaos didn't learn anything interesting from Him. What it ultimately gained access to was His spiritual world. Through the fantasies and prayers there, Chaos evolved this wondrous world of painting.

...

Milo led Rebecca through the town of the painting world.

Following the anchor of his memory, he found the house that wasn't quite familiar in the maze of alleyways.

On the cracks of the windowsill, many twisted heart symbols kept pulsating.

Just by listening to the sounds, Rebecca already knew what the people inside the house were doing.

Milo hung the petite Enid on the windowsill of the house, and to prevent her from being blown off by the wind, he pulled out a crowbar from behind to support her back.

...

"Okay, let's give her some time to watch the film."

Milo patted petite Enid's head, then took Rebecca's hand and walked towards the small square in the center of town.

Unlike the last time, Milo's visit this time took place late at night.

Apart from the two cousins, everyone else seemed to be in a deep sleep.

In the world of painting, a rough moon hangs in the sky, but the cool moonlight is real and evenly scattered on the surface of all exposed objects on the ground.

"Let me show you something."

Milo looked up at the gray sky.

He was looking for something.

Rebecca didn't say anything, but stood quietly to the side waiting.

Soon after Milo raised his hand and tore open a hole in the air, some distorted and strange light and shadow began to emerge like a fountain.

A vibrant color burst forth from Rebecca's black, white, and gray world.

Guided by certain wills, this vibrant color began to grow wildly, enveloping every dry line in this world of painting, and releasing its brilliant colors as if they possessed a sense of life.

It looks like a shifting, unstable color flowing everywhere, and the town is enveloped in a dazzling, star-like glow under the projection of colors that don't fit the spectrum.

That is the color of stars.

It is not an ancient entity in the vast universe, but rather a kind of subordinate life form that exists outside of order. However, most of the time, it does not show its life-like qualities, or such actions are meaningless to it.

And in the world of painting, one can witness the splendor of this scene.

Even those of high rank like Milo and Rebecca were not immune to moments of disorientation and mental turmoil.

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"What do you think? Isn't this thing I found pretty nice?"

"Mmm, it looks good."

...

"Then I'll give you something too."

"What is it?"

"Turn your face around."

...

Then, in the town square beneath the painted scroll of stars, the conversation abruptly ended.

(End of this chapter)