Hive.
This was the only concept in Zheng Qing's mind.
Originally, there was only one mirror in front of him. But when this mirror shattered, each fragment became a new mirror, surrounding him from the front, back, diagonally in front, and diagonally behind, creating a hexagonal enclosed environment.
Just like a honeybee's nest.
The floor was dark grey, and the ceiling was greyish-white. Apart from that, mirrors were everywhere.
Zheng Qing tried to walk around the mirror in front of him, only to find he had simply walked from one 'hive' into another 'hive.' This realization made him aware that these 'hives' had already constructed a vast labyrinth of mirrors.
He cautiously retraced his steps, but always felt that the 'hive' he returned to was not the same 'hive' he had left.
This strong sense of distortion was maddening.
But what was even more maddening were the reflections in the mirrors.
