Lin Yi glanced at the ground beneath his feet.
"...It feels more like it's coming from below."
Time had passed so long that he almost forgot, before the Giant Dome began acting up, there was that subtle bobbing sensation like that of a ship at sea...
"It's the frequency of the Giant Dome swaying with the waves..."
But where are those "waves" coming from?
Out of his control, he left his seat and slowly walked to the railing of the grandstand, lightly leaning against it, and peered down where the water met the side wall of the stand.
Moss had already spread over there, the currents gently lapping against the wall, akin to waves crashing against black rocks.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
It was as if the sound of waves emerged next to his ears, striking a drumbeat rhythm in his heart, "thump, thump, thump..." these drum sounds responded to the spray, as if composing a requiem.
