Astral Plane
Editor: Vermillion
"When I count to three, you must use every effort to submerge yourself into your higher consciousness, understand?" Mrs. Manas said calmly.
Lin Sanjiu bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly.
"Two."
From an aerial view, one would see the rooftop garden at the top of the hotel building, directly above where Lin Sanjiu was standing. The water in the swimming pool had long evaporated, leaving a layer of thick black grime on the originally glossy tiles. There was a white deck chair right amidst the yellowish, dying ornamental plants and the flourishing weeds in the rooftop garden.
A pair of stilettos on a woman's slim sculpted legs shone with a glossy sheen under the sun. She was wearing black stockings and was slowly exhaling her cigarette smoke. Her scarlet-red lips curled a little and the wrinkles on her face suddenly deepened.