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After a long time, Qiluo Ling slowly opened the carriage door and stepped out from the dark compartment, getting off the carriage.
Stepping out of the carriage and into this unfamiliar place, Qiluo Ling was stunned. It was no longer the pitch-black, cold night, but a bright and dazzling day. Although it was still daytime, this daylight was different from what she usually saw, as the sunlight here was not glaring; instead, it was unusually gentle and comfortable, soft like it was almost transparent, and comfortable like an empty, illusory scene.
A tall building came into Qiluo Ling's view. Just as the witch had said, it was indeed a castle, and this castle was no different from those in fairy tale books.
The castle stood amidst this boundless expanse of land, as if the world existed for it. The color of the castle's outer walls was golden yellow, shining with a golden luster. The castle consisted of a group of buildings.
Each building resembled a towering peak, so massive that it felt almost unreal, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness. The castle was constructed from countless large stones piled together. At the top of each building stood a spire that reached into the clouds.
Qiluo Ling stood under the castle gate, feeling ashamed; it turned out that the spiritual world could be so magnificent and spectacular, far surpassing everything in the material world. In that grand world, her spirit felt so small and insignificant.
While she marveled at this sight, she suddenly heard faint piano music coming from inside the castle. Due to the distance, she seemed unable to make out the melody or tune clearly.
Was this the third movement of Demonic Music? Did it come from within the castle? Was she meant to enter this castle?
As Qiluo Ling hesitated, the stone door of the castle slowly opened with a loud, heavy rumble.
Without further thought, Qiluo Ling walked straight in. Inside, there was nothing but a vast and empty hall. Qiluo Ling gazed around in confusion and looked back over her shoulder. The massive stone door had slammed shut with a thud, isolating her between reality and illusion.
Feeling somewhat anxious and unsure of where to go next, she noticed that not far from the hall there was another heavy gray-blue stone door. Qiluo Ling approached the stone door and tried to push it open. But no matter how hard she exerted herself, the door did not budge at all. It was too heavy; clearly her strength was insufficient.
Suddenly remembering the witch's words, Qiluo Ling closed her eyes, clasped her hands together in prayer, silently concentrating all her willpower into her palms before solemnly placing them on the stone door.
The gray-blue stone door slowly opened, and she felt a bit surprised.
Then she entered the second room of the castle.
The second room was also as spacious as the hall, and it had another heavy gray-blue stone door.
She pushed open the second stone door with her will and entered the third room.
Next was another empty room, with a gray-blue stone door.
Push open the stone door, enter the room. Enter the room, push open the stone door.
...
Qiluo Ling kept pushing open one door after another, entering one room after another. The repetitive action of pushing doors and entering rooms continued. The same rooms, the same gray-blue stone doors. It seemed that the rooms and gray-blue doors in the castle were endless.
The constant repetition of opening doors made her feel incredibly monotonous and exhausted. She had no idea how many rooms there were in the castle or how many doors. Perhaps the number of rooms and stone doors was infinite, without an end. Like a repeating decimal in mathematics, there was no endpoint, only a continuous sequence of repetitions.
Countless stone doors slammed shut behind her with a thud, that sharp and piercing sound seemed to mock her foolishness. In this absurd process, she had no choice but to move forward.
Just like Sisyphus in Greek mythology, day after day, endlessly Rolling Stone up the hill. Every time he exerted all his strength to push the boulder close to the summit, it would slip from his hands and roll back down to the bottom. Sisyphus had no choice but to descend again and struggle to push the boulder back up, day after day, trapped in an endless cycle of toil. This is us and the world we exist in. In this absurd world, we must awaken from despair and rise up in rebellion against it, willing to fight to the end.
For Qiluo Ling, the only motivation to move forward came from the increasingly clear sound of a piano. With each door she pushed open and each room she entered, the piano sound became clearer than before. If it weren't for this, Qiluo Ling would have absolutely no courage to continue; her willpower had long since been exhausted.
Qiluo Ling could no longer remember how many doors she had pushed open or how many rooms she had passed through. However, the beautiful sound of the piano grew clearer, as if it were just a stone's throw away. She could hear the melody of the piano distinctly; it was obviously a tune filled with joy and sweetness, yet tinged with a hint of sadness. A special fragrance lingered in the air, and Qiluo Ling remembered that this was the scent of love.
At her most exhausted moment, this piece of love music made her feel relaxed all over, giving her the courage to move forward. The last tightly closed stone door swung open.
This was still an empty room, but the only distinguishing feature was an old piano located in the center of the room.
Sitting at the piano was a Young Man with Black Hair, who had his back to her. She couldn't see his facial features from behind, but from this angle, the young man's figure seemed familiar to Qiluo Ling. She felt a bit confused.
The young man seemed unaware of her footsteps; the music did not stop with her arrival, and the exquisite melody flowed quietly throughout the room.
Qiluo Ling stood behind him, listening quietly.
Time passed without her noticing.
The young man pressed down on the last piano key, and the final note resonated in the empty room like a cicada's song. After a long while, the music finally faded from her mind.
Although the music had stopped, the Young Man still kept his hands on the keys, seemingly savoring the melody he had just played. After some time, he came back to his senses and seemed to notice Qiluo Ling's presence. He turned around and faced her, gazing deeply into her eyes.
In that instant, Qiluo Ling was utterly stunned, unable to believe her eyes. A dazzling light seemed to surround him, illuminating everything around him. His eyes were particularly striking; his blue irises were pure and transparent, making everything pure seem dull in comparison. But what surprised her most was his facial features.
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