Returning to his room, Lin Qiye closed the door behind him.
He didn't turn on the lights.
It was already late at night. Specks of starlight outside the window spilled onto the ground. In the darkened room, Lin Qiye sat at the desk and slowly removed the black cloth from his eyes.
In the mirror on the desk, the reflection of a handsome young man's face appeared.
Lin Qiye was good-looking. If he took off the black cloth covering his eyes, tidied himself up a bit, and with his unique aloof and profound aura, he would definitely be a heartthrob on campus.
Unfortunately, the black cloth wrapped around his eyes all year round, combined with his status as a disabled person, completely obscured his charm.
In the mirror, Lin Qiye had his eyes closed.
His brows furrowed slightly, and the eyelids covering his eyes twitched as if he was struggling to open them. Even his hands clenched into fists tightly.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
His body trembled for a long time. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he suddenly relaxed and gasped for breath.
A few drops of sweat trickled down Lin Qiye's cheeks, and a trace of anger appeared between his brows.
So close... just a little bit!
Why was it always just a little bit short every time?
When would he be able to open his eyes again and see the world with his own eyes?
He said he could see now, but he was lying.
He couldn't open his eyes at all, not even a tiny slit.
But then again, he wasn't lying either.
Because even with his eyes closed, he could clearly "see" everything around him.
This feeling was truly strange. It was as if his entire body was covered in eyes, allowing him to perceive everything in all directions without any blind spots. Moreover, he could "see" more clearly and farther than with his original eyes.
At first, he couldn't do this. In the first five years after losing his sight, he was no different from other real blind people, relying only on sounds and the white cane in his hand to perceive the world.
But for some unknown reason, starting from five years ago, his eyes seemed to undergo some changes, and he began to be able to perceive his surroundings to a certain extent.
At first, it was only a few centimeters in front of him. Later, as time passed, he could "see" farther and more clearly. Now, five years later, the range he could "see" had reached ten meters.
If a normal person could only see within ten meters, their eyes would basically be useless. But for a young man who had once lost his sight, these ten meters meant everything.
The most crucial thing was that the ten meters he "saw" were ten meters that ignored obstacles.
In other words, within a radius of ten meters around Lin Qiye, he had absolute vision. Crudely speaking, he could see through things. But more elegantly put, he could see every single speck of dust floating in the air, every single part inside a machine, and every small movement a magician made under the table...
And the source of this ability seemed to be the eyes that had been tightly closed for ten years beneath the black cloth.
Although he had this almost superhuman power, Lin Qiye was still not satisfied. Having an absolute vision of ten meters was great, but he longed even more to see the world with his own eyes.
This was the perseverance of a young man.
Although he failed to open his eyes today, he could clearly sense that...
It wouldn't be long before he could truly open his eyes.
After washing up, Lin Qiye, as usual, went to bed early, ready to sleep. The many years of living as a blind person weren't all bad. At least, he had developed the good habit of going to bed early.
But when he lay down on the bed, involuntarily, that image flashed across his mind again.
Under the dark expanse of the universe, on the desolate surface of the Moon, the grayish-white ground reflected the faint starlight. In the center of the largest and highest lunar crater, there stood a figure that resembled a statue.
That figure stood there quietly, as if it had existed since time immemorial. A sacred golden radiance emanated from it, and its divine might was enough to make all living beings prostrate themselves.
Behind it, six incredibly large wings spread open, blocking the sunlight that shone down from behind and casting a huge shadow on the silver-gray ground.
What truly burned into Lin Qiye's mind and lingered there was its eyes.
Those eyes, filled with divine power and burning like a furnace, were as dazzling as the Sun seen up close!
He had looked into those eyes, and in an instant, his world had been plunged into eternal darkness.
Ten years ago, he had told the truth but was diagnosed with mental illness.
But he knew better than anyone what was real and what was just a delusion.
Ever since he had seen the Seraphim on the Moon, he had known that this world... was by no means as simple as it seemed.
Slowly, Lin Qiye fell into a deep sleep.
What he didn't know was that the moment he entered the realm of dreams, in the dark room, two rays of brilliant golden light shot out from the slits of his eyes and vanished in an instant.
...
Tap, tap, tap...
In the misty world, Lin Qiye walked alone.
The surrounding mist churned, seemingly endless. Although he was walking in nothingness, every time Lin Qiye set his foot down, a clear clicking sound would be heard, as if there was an invisible ground beneath his feet.
Lin Qiye looked down at his body and let out a sigh.
"Another one of these dreams... It's really tiring to keep knocking every night, you know?" Lin Qiye shook his head helplessly and took a step forward.
The next moment, the surrounding mist surged backward, and a modern building with a strange style appeared in front of Lin Qiye.
It was called strange because although it was a modern-style building, in some of its details, it was filled with a mysterious atmosphere.
For example, the huge iron gate engraved with countless deities, the electric lights that looked like balls of fire burning, and the floating patterned tiles under his feet...
It was as if modern architectural styles and elements from ancient mythological temples had been mixed together, looking somewhat out of place but also having an indescribable beauty.
Lin Qiye recognized this kind of building, and it looked very familiar to him.
It was extremely similar to the Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital where he had lived for a year. The most convincing evidence was that where the words "Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital" used to be written at the entrance, there was now another line of text.
—The Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.
"What a strange place." Lin Qiye shook his head, stepped forward, and walked right in front of the huge iron gate.
Five years ago, it wasn't just his body that had started to change; his dreams had also changed.
For the past five years, he had had the same dream every night, and the main character of these dreams was always this mysterious Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.
However, the gate of this psychiatric hospital had always remained tightly closed and could not be opened no matter what.
Lin Qiye had circled the psychiatric hospital countless times. There was only one entrance, the large iron gate in the front. Although the surrounding walls weren't very high, the most absurd thing was that every time Lin Qiye jumped up, the height of the wall would increase accordingly.
As for using brute force... even if Lin Qiye crashed into the gate until his body fell apart, the huge iron gate wouldn't even budge.
There seemed to be only one way to get in.
Knocking on the door.
Lin Qiye grabbed the ring on the huge iron gate, took a deep breath, and slapped the surface of the iron gate heavily.
Clang—!
A sound like the tolling of an ancient bell echoed throughout the psychiatric hospital. The iron gate itself shook, but it didn't open.
Clang—!
He knocked again, and the iron gate still didn't open.
Lin Qiye didn't seem surprised or annoyed by this. He patiently continued to knock.
Over the past five years, he had come to a deep understanding of the rules of this dream. Besides knocking on the door, no other means could open the large iron gate. And in this dream, it seemed that apart from knocking... he couldn't do anything else.
Fortunately, in the dream, he wouldn't get tired. Otherwise, his body would have been exhausted long ago.
So, Lin Qiye was like a hardworking laborer, diligently knocking on the door for another whole night...