When An Bao turned twenty-two, he began suffering from insomnia and experiencing hallucinations throughout the day. He could hear, see, and even feel incredibly vivid visions—visions he could comprehend but struggled to accept, as they felt overwhelmingly real.
These visions seemed to tell him that in another world, he had a home, and people there were waiting for him. Layer by layer, the truth unfolded before him, yet he paid it no mind, finding it merely interesting. He turned these visions into fiction.
After all, even if it were real, to him it was all just illusion. He didn't need to change anything—he only needed to live steadily, just as he was.