For days, Gao Yang isolated himself in his room. The dream behind the Gates was too perfect, and though he hadn't surrendered to despair, fear began to creep in. He might lose himself before finding a single flaw.0

Still, he refused to yield. He turned to meditation, seeking another escape: perhaps the key lay in rejecting all information and interference from the dream. He stopped speaking to anyone, retreating into silent contemplation.0

Days blurred together. He could sit motionless from dawn to dusk, experiencing a serenity unlike anything before. The question of reality versus illusion grew distant, no longer tormenting him with frustration or anger....0