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βgreat news! wei wuxian has died!β
βi beg your fuckin' pardonβ!β yelled jiang cheng.
βthe hell am i then, a ghost?!β said wei wuxian in disbelief.
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when wei wuxian stepped into the cloud recesses for lectures, he expected rules, boredom, and lan qiren's lectures that could kill a man twice.
what he didn't expect was to stumble into a vortex of chaosβtrapped in a cave that feels anything but safe, surrounded by the entire cultivation world and a quartet group of strange juniors claiming to know the future.
visions flicker on a ghost-lit screenβthe future and past unraveling before watchful eyes. secrets claw their way to the surfaceβtruths wei wuxian would rather bury deep, where even resentful energy can't reach.
but when flashes of memoriesβforeign yet too familiarβtear through his mind, he begins to question everything: the stories told, the lies swallowed, even his own name.
and as the cave walls close in, one thing becomes painfully clear:
they are not alone.
they are being watched.
something, or someone, wants them to see.
wants them to break.
so now they wonderβis this just by chance?
or are they all just pawns in someone else's game, dancing for mercy they'll never get?
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α₯«α‘ a non-canon mdzs reaction fanfiction
α₯«α‘ secrets. questions. and visions that refuse to stay buried.
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Χβ°ββ€ written by @xiao_xue_yin
