"Who are you?"
Blore asked, his voice vibrating in the twisted air, as if it were crumpled and thrown back by some invisible force.
His vision was spinning wildly, the ground seemed to be twisted into a spiral by invisible hands, the mountains in the distance were hanging upside down in the sky, and the sky flowed into a turbid, fluorescent river.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold onto something, but only caught a wisp of passing mist - the mist condensed into tiny ice crystals at his fingertips, and then turned into a group of flying insects flashing with a faint blue light, and scattered away.
The Pixiu ran wildly beside him, and the starlight on its body splashed like fire. When it fell to the ground, it turned into tiny, crawling spots of light, rustling and drilling into the cracks in the ground.
It seemed to be completely unconcerned with the absurdity of the world, and was only concerned with chasing things that did not exist. Occasionally, it would stop and tilt its head to look at an eyeball floating in the air - the eyeball blinked, and then slowly floated away.
"Blore."
The voice rang out again, as if coming from far away, yet also as if echoing directly within his skull.
He turned around suddenly, and the dark shadows behind him were like countless elongated human silhouettes, swaying in the void.
They had no facial features, but they seemed to be watching him, and deeper inside, a familiar figure was walking slowly towards him.
Blore's heart tightened suddenly.
The man had neat black hair, but the ends were a little messy, as if he had just been in a hurry.
His posture was still upright, but there was a hint of fatigue between his brows, as if he had not had a good rest for a long time.
The black suit was clean and neat, except for a few minor wears on the corners. The cape behind him was knee-length, the fabric was a little old, and the edges were even slightly white, as if it had experienced countless hardships.
Blore was stunned.
His throat tightened and his breathing almost stopped. Memories came flooding back - that night a few years ago,
My father’s back and hurried footsteps as he left, without even having time to say goodbye properly.
At that time, his back looked disheveled and hurried, as if he was being chased by something, leaving only a vague "wait for me to come back".
But now, he was standing here, in this absurd, almost dreamlike world, looking at him calmly.
Blore's fingertips trembled slightly. He opened his mouth to speak, but all the words got stuck in his throat.
Angry? Aggrieved? Or... happy? He couldn't tell.
Finally, he just uttered the word in a low, almost hoarse voice:
"……Father?"
When he pronounced these two words, the surrounding scenery suddenly distorted, like a scroll crumpled by an invisible hand, and then unfolded again the next moment.
Before the dizziness wore off, Blore felt the snow firm beneath his feet and a cold wind carrying the scent of burning pine trees blew in his face - they were back in the village.
Familiar wooden houses are arranged in a staggered manner, with thin white smoke rising from the chimneys, and the sounds of children playing and dogs barking can be heard in the distance.
Everything is so real that it almost seems unreal.
His father Serance looked at him quietly, his eyes deep and complex, as if he was staring through him into some distant past.
After a moment, he reached out and gently took Blore's arm.
"Let's go." His voice was low and gentle, as if he had anticipated this moment.
Blore let him lead him forward, his boots crunching in the snow.
His heartbeat was still unstable, and countless questions were surging in his chest, but his throat seemed to be frozen and he couldn't utter a word.
Serance seemed to notice his silence, turned his head slightly to look at him, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm sorry I left so suddenly."
"I know you have a lot of questions." He paused, as if weighing his words. "Perhaps... I should start from the beginning."
They walked slowly along the village lanes, Blore's eyes scanning every familiar house, every corner where he had run before.
Everything here carries his memories, but now, he is suddenly not sure whether these memories really belong to him.
"Twenty years ago,"
Serance finally spoke, his voice calm as if he was telling someone else's story.
"I'm exploring deep within the glaciers of the North. There lies an ancient ice cave, said to contain the remains of a lost civilization."
His gaze was cast into the distance, as if penetrating time and snow. "I found you beneath the ice."
Blore's steps came to a sudden halt.
Serance also stopped and turned to face him, his eyes filled with guilt and determination.
"You are wrapped in a piece of ice that will never melt. You seem to be sleeping, or sealed by some force."
He sighed softly.
"I took you away, and when you woke up... you didn't remember anything, not even who you were."
Blore's breathing became rapid and his fingertips clenched unconsciously.
"So... I'm not your son?" His voice trembled a little.
Serance shook his head and raised his hand to press on his shoulder with a steady force, as if to pull him back from the chaos.
"Maybe not by blood, but that doesn't matter."
His voice was low and firm.
“For the first half of my life, I was a selfish explorer, living only for myself.
But ever since I picked you up, I don’t know what happened. I’m like a possessed person, desperately trying to find the answer about you.
My whole search has become about answering – who are you? Where did you come from? Why are you there?
He gave a wry smile, "Unfortunately, the more clues I find, the deeper the mystery becomes. Your life story... is far more complicated than I could have imagined."
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