Blore turned his head sharply, his eyes a mixture of lingering fear and a strong desire to speak:
"After the black fog... and Song Wudeng's face... Bai Di, what do you remember? The part in between... It felt like being stuffed into a blender and spit out..."
Bai Di frowned, trying to salvage the chaotic fragments of memory:
"It's so blurry... like there's a layer of sticky oil. I feel like I'm constantly falling, or... being dragged? My body isn't my own..."
He paused for a moment, his eyes becoming somewhat empty, as if he was staring at some invisible point.
"Then... there seemed to be a brief 'gap'. In that chaotic darkness, I... seemed to catch a glimpse of a shadow."
"Shadow?" Blore demanded.
"A... person?" Bai Di's tone was full of uncertainty.
"No, he doesn't look very alive. He's wearing a long, tattered black robe with... heavy chains hanging from it. His hair is very long, partially covering his face, but... I can sense that his features are... very... gentle? Handsome? Like someone who walked out of an ancient painting, with a kind of... dead silence that doesn't belong to this era."
Bai Di's voice gradually became lower, with a kind of confusion that he himself could not believe, "The strangest thing is... Blore, he... the feeling he gave me, his outline... his facial features... there was a... a subtle sense of familiarity.
Kind of like... you. But not quite. He looks more... older, more... mysterious?
Like jade buried deep underground for millennia, it carried an unspeakable heaviness and... an inhuman aura. The sound of the dragging chains... was hollow and unsettling.
It was gone in just a moment, as fast as an illusion."
As Blore listened, his face turned even paler, as if Bai Di's description had touched upon some secret corner of fear in his heart.
He was silent for a few seconds before speaking in a voice that sounded almost dreamy, his words coming quickly and filled with physical disgust:
"I...what I saw wasn't a person...it was...a 'nest'! Countless huge, transparent blocks...stacked up to the sky...like...like a cold honeycomb...filled with...sticky, glowing...pus..."
He shuddered, his voice a little low.
"There are things...soaking in the pus...lots...lots of 'eggs'..."
He gestured unconsciously with his hands, trying to describe the indescribable scene:
"Some... are giant eyes! Bloodshot veins writhe inside like living worms... The pupils are... swirling nebulae, making me dizzy just looking at them... Some... are swollen cysts, within which you can see... curled up, segmented black figures... And some... are... are pieced-together monster embryos!
I saw... tiny, webbed fish tails... lumps of flesh with feathers attached... even... something that looked like a human hand, with black nails... fingers... fingers twisted like a pretzel!
They... they're all in that disgusting slime... moving slowly... like they're breathing... like they're hatching! And... that place... that place has no up, down, left, or right!
I felt like I was floating in a hell made of blocks! All I could hear was the sound of bubbling mucus and cracking eggshells.
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