The Snow Plain Train sped across the endless ice and snow, Afu Jiala stood at the front of the train, gazing into the infinite darkness ahead. After a moment, the silhouette of a city gradually emerged on the horizon.
Afu Jiala snapped her fingers.
An invisible Immortal Ink was shaped into a finger and poked at Ybur's avatar. The Black Pudding, which had long behaved like a cushion, bounced twice with a "plop plop" as if tickled, and Ybur's consciousness hazily awakened from the avatar: "...Where is this? Afu Jiala? Did you need me for something?"
"We're almost there," Afu Jiala said.
Ybur asked blankly, "Almost where?"
"Didn't I mention this when I came to you some time ago?" Afu Jiala said surprised.
Ybur then fell into contemplation.
