The raging wind howled, sand and stones flew, a red glow pervaded all.
The black cat's red-tinted black fur danced, smoothly flicking with the movement of its muscles.
Chen Shuyun hugged the black cat's neck, squeezing tightly with her legs, her entire body pressing closely against the cat's back.
Feeling the whole world begin to undulate rapidly, somewhat bumpy yet inexplicably reassuring, the black cat's every movement seemed to carry a unique rhythm of balance, allowing her to sway back and forth yet feeling certain she wouldn't fall off.
With some trepidation, she opened her eyes and looked forward, but she couldn't see anything.
The entire world was filled with intense colors, everything so bizarre and irregular, large and small distorted whirlpools appearing without a pattern.
Around and about, up and down, three-dimensional whirlpools of color twined and twisted, blurring everything.