Qi Xuansu began explaining his recurring dream. “There was a pitch-black mountain. I didn’t recognize this place, but when I regained awareness, I found myself standing at the foot of the mountain. In front of me was a rugged, winding path. On either side, colorful flowers bloomed amid the grass, and the trees were adorned with equally vibrant ribbons. It looked as if there was some kind of celebration underway. The path twisted upward into the darkness and disappeared, its end nowhere in sight.0

“I walked toward the mountaintop in a daze, as if I were in a dream. The wind howled past my ears, carrying the soft murmurs of a woman’s voice. The ribbons on the trees fluttered in the breeze, and flower petals covered the path, emitting a strange and captivating fragrance.0

“I didn’t know how long I walked, but the woman’s voice by my ear gradually became clearer. It was a language I had never heard before—jarring and obscure, hard to comprehend. I felt as if I had lost control of my body. Suddenly, a woman appeared before me and started walking toward me. Half of her face was covered...0