You move that foot to your philtrum (the area between your nose and upper lip).
The philtrum refers to the very center of a person's face.
[Actually, no, but you did move that foot to the philtrum position.]
"So did you move your foot to the philtrum, or did you move your foot to the philtrum?"
From campus to city.
From mountains to ocean.
You have traveled all over this land.
[Until Xu Ling'er whispered to you, "Master, have you had a good time these past few days?"]
"I'm so happy! I'm so happy!"
You laugh heartily: "Just as happy as before, just like the best years of my life."
"How happy were you?"
"Of course, I'm very happy."
"I'm so, so happy."
If I really had to choose an adjective—
You suddenly stopped smiling and looked at her quietly: "It's like going back to when you were still alive."
The world suddenly fell silent.
[Xiang Yang fighting, Qin Zhenhai fishing, and Xu Ling'er standing before you.]
[Butterflies fluttering in the air, grass and trees swaying in the wind, a fish demon screaming in agony in a pot.]
Everyone was like a wind-up toy that had reached its limit, frozen in place.
You, who were just laughing heartily, have fallen silent.
Yes, that was a long time ago.
How much time has passed since the destruction of the Primordial Heaven Realm and your subsequent confinement within the membrane?
The millions of years of compressed time that you lived before your escape still occasionally flash through your mind.
But it's been more than a million years now.
"It's been so long, so very long."
"It must have been tens of millions of years ago, right?"
"I've been so tired all these years."
You knelt on the ground, weeping like a child.
Countless people came to you and embraced you—a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand.
You are embraced from all sides, layer upon layer, they tell you that you are not alone.
After a long while, they left, and you also got up.
You return to the very beginning, to the place where Xu Ling'er greeted you.
You open that door, then walk out.
Before us stretched an endless expanse of chaotic energy.
[Tumbling, waves crashing, a vast expanse beyond sight.]
The instant you and the others entered, the people inside resumed their activities. As if they had forgotten the inexplicable moment, they chatted and laughed as they returned to their places, going about their business.
[Or rather, what they should do according to your stereotypes.]
【Yes.】
This is The Truman Show.
You are Truman.
[This too is the world.]
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