Wei Wuxian's face contorts with agony both present and remembered as the dusty ceiling turns grey and cloudy, replaced by the black of night, then pierced by light yet again. So long. She's been working for so long, when will the end ever come?

He floats in it, an endless, directionless river of uncertainty and pain, until finally it seems as if there is an end after all. Feeling rather like a marble balanced on a pinhead, Wei Wuxian lifts his chin. "Did it work?"