"I swear, I'll never believe a word related to this damn wood again... I swear, I'll never believe anything related to this wood..."
Upon emerging from the Eastern-style coffin-like hibernation chamber, our revered Miss Prophet muttered like a ghost fading into the distance, leaving us speechless.
Qianqian blinked her eyes, then turned to look at the pitifully designed hibernation chamber next to her and said, "It seems there really is a serious psychological shadow."
"Taville," I said with a headache as I looked at the diligent woman adjusting her glasses and checking the data recorded by the instruments. It was the first time I realized that a person's aesthetic sensibilities could be twisted to such a degree, "you're a scientist, not an artist, let alone a performance artist, so at least develop some normal sense of aesthetics."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Taville replied meticulously, "but what is performance art, exactly?"
