Old伯 walked over to me, his face grave. He looked at the black card, then at me. “The prophecy… the artifact… it seems to resonate with you,小伙子. You are indeed the ‘迷途之人’. But perhaps not in the way the prophecy intended.”
He paused, then continued, his gaze fixed on the dark mountains visible through the window. “Some legends say, the black tower is not just a place, but a state of being. A state where the lines between the living and the dead, the real and the unreal, are blurred. And the ‘迷途之人’ is not someone lost *to* the tower, but someone who can *navigate* between those states.”
Navigate between states? Could that be it? Was my recent experience not just me being attacked by a digital entity, but me somehow tapping into a hidden ability, a connection to another layer of reality, perhaps even a digital reflection of our own?
Later that day, after the storm had completely passed, a small rescue team arrived. They were able to clear a path through the landslides, albeit a very narrow one. We were safe.