Wasteland

After being pulled into the painting by a mysterious force, Gu Jun started to fall. All his eyes could see was shifting lights and flitting shadows. It felt similar to when he crossed over to Dreamlands but… not quite the same. The space appeared to be squeezing into him. He had no idea how he looked but his heart was pinched together in anxiety and nervousness. Blood streamed through his capillaries and his head numbed as the blood rushed to his brain. The simple bandage on his stomach and shoulder threatened to tear open…

Gu Jun had no idea how long he was suspended in this state. It felt like both a second and a lifetime. 

Bang! The sound of something heavy hitting the ground. That something was Gu Jun himself. "Ah…"