Ke Mingye fell asleep in the movie theater.
Closing his eyes, he felt as if his consciousness slipped into a dream, submerging into a sea of colorful brilliance.
He dreamt of a boy kneeling amidst a sea of flames, his head bowed. Buildings had toppled around him, glass curtain walls shattered into ocean-like debris scattered all over the ground. Telephone poles lay in the streets, and traffic lights planted into the cracked earth like fluttering white flags on a battlefield.
The boy seemed to be holding something in his arms, unwilling to let go, raising his head and looking around in a daze.
The figures within sight were all frantically fleeing, as if they hadn't noticed his presence. Yet, no matter how they ran, they couldn't outpace the collapsing city, quickly buried under collapsing skyscrapers.
The world seemed to solidify before his eyes.
The boy opened his mouth, and following a thunderous roar, looked up into the murky sky.
