These twisted lines interweave, expressing the equally twisted inner world.
At this moment, Wen Xishu feels... everyone and every scene in this memory takes on this twisted art style.
The lines' meandering, like Van Gogh's draft paintings, give the feeling of incompleteness before full color.
However, in the midst of this, Wen Xishu still sees a familiar figure. Actually, not exactly familiar, as he has only met once.
A noble youth, slightly decadent, holds a guitar and wears a ten-gallon hat with a deep red jacket.
Though the colors are unclear, Wen Xishu remembers the outfit from their first meeting.
These people... don't seem to change clothes?
Speaking of which, Scorpio is the same, always in a blue suit.
What Wen Xishu sees is Capricorn, one of the Twelve Constellations, whom he recently met in Hujiang.
"We're supposed to begin the entire ritual now; you're just temporarily here."
