There was light.

When Mo Ran opened his eyes, he found that he was lying in a purple-red cloud.

He slowly blinked his eyes, slowly turned his neck, and then he stood up. He found that this was not the sky, but a palace made entirely of amethyst. Because the palace was so big, each brick was as big as a carriage, he had mistakenly thought that he was in the clouds.

There was a tall man standing in the distance, leaning against the window and looking outside.

The man was wearing a robe of unknown texture, barefoot, and holding a luminous glass cup in his hand, he absent-mindedly swirled the amber liquid inside.

Outside the window, a tree of red flowers bloomed, and specks of silver light dripped from the center of the heart.

The human world did not have such clothes, nor such flowers.