"Above the White Rift, above the sky, what's it?" Blake asked, wishing to distract Cashulyre. "It's nothingness." Cashulael looked up at the sky and replied, "Endless nothingness, infinity, boundlessness. "So where's the White Rift?" Blake continued. "It can be anywhere." Cashulyre looked back at Blake. "It doesn't make sense." Blake immediately said, "How can it be anywhere?" "That's true." Cashulyre's voice was a little aggrieved. He stared into Blake's eyes, trying to prove that he wasn't lying. "But even if there is an uncertain entrance, the space itself can't be everywhere." Blake also looked at Cashulyre, but his tone was gentle and peaceful. "No, no, no, the entrance to the White Rift is certain!" Cashulael hurriedly waved his hand and said. "Can you elaborate on this?" Blake smiled at Casholael and said.

"Let's put it this way, the White Rift is a separate space, the kind that is independent of any other dimension." Cashulaire explained very seriously. Then he looked left and right, found a larger stone that was not covered with a yellowish milky substance, sat down, looked at Blake, and patted his place with his right hand, meaning to tell him to come and sit down as well. Blake can't help it—he can't say "no" even though he's not tired from standing, right? Upset Cashulael? Blake asked himself if he would intentionally do that kind of thing. So he walked over and sat down beside Cashulaire. "Are you tired?" Blake asked—he couldn't have asked, "Why do you have to sit down?" or something like that, because that would be asking for trouble. "I'm afraid you're always bored standing in one place." Cashulael stuck out his tongue and twisted his head slightly in the opposite direction of Blake, and said. "I'm not tired!" Without waiting for Blake to answer, he continued, "I'm not tired!" ”

"Good, good. You don't get tired standing up. Blake tilted his head slightly, and said with a little crying and laughing. If Cashulael were to be replaced by Gaia, Blake's sentence "Then why don't you ask me to stand in another place together but have to find a place to sit" is probably blurted out just now. If it were a muse, Blake would laugh it off and act like nothing had happened. Rey was absolutely impossible: Blake felt that he would wait for himself to find a place to sit down and then make plans for him to stand there and die tired, and that guy would die to save face so he often suffered from it.

"Go on." Blake said as he turned Cashulyre's head back with his right hand. He always felt that if the crew on the Purple Sun saw him like this, they might think that he was an imposter Blake. "Hmm." Cashulael looked straight ahead of him, put his hands on his knees, and replied. "There are spaces in the void, and those spaces are independent of each other but have a certain connection with each other. There are some very regular spaces that form something called a parallel universe, and then affect each other more than the influence of other spaces. Cashulael said emotionlessly, as if he were endorsing, "But the White Crack is special, it is only connected to one space, and there is only one passage to connect to it. ”

With that, Cashulael stretched out his right hand and spread it upward. Tiny bits of bright blue light appeared and condensed above his palm, gradually forming a small thing that resembled the essence of Cassius. Then, with a "poof", the blue light dimmed, and a small white and blue object appeared above Cashulyre's right palm. "My pendant?" Blake frowned, now realizing that the pendant he had held in his palm after coming to the White Rift was gone. He was secretly annoyed that he had forgotten all about the pendant that Cassius had given him because of Cashulael's appearance. He secretly pinched the outside of his thigh with his right hand, trying to "sober" himself a little.

"Does Blake call a miracle a pendant?" Cashulael raised a very cute smile and said, "Since Blake likes it, let's call it a pendant!" Then he waved his right hand. The pendant turned into a bits of blue light, scattered and then vanished. "......" Blake didn't speak, but he frowned even more. Only now did he have to admit a problem - the innocent-looking guy called Cashulael must be much stronger than his own. It stands to reason that he should have felt at least a little wary, but he didn't have the slightest. He suddenly felt his heart beating fast, so he took a deep breath, but continued to frown.

"Oops! Blake, you don't think I'm going to do a miracle...... Oh no, the pendant is gone, right?! Cashulael looked at Blake's expression, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly jumped up from the stone and asked. Blake's right brow jumped suddenly, and his mouth moved—it was harder for him to say a "yes" now than it was for him to go to the energy chamber and steal some beanie fruit and go back to the lounge to roast and eat. "No, no, no, it's not what Blake thinks." As a result, Cashulael himself spoke first, and he still had an anxious look on his face. "The pendant is actually still with you in Blake." He walked around as he spoke, "The one I just conjured up is a phantom." Phantom means "fake", Blake, you know? "Of course I know." What else can Blake say, that's all Blake can say. "That's great!" Cashulael jumped on the spot and ran up to Blake and shouted, "I thought you were angry!" ”

"No, it won't." Blake laughed, "I'm not going to be angry, at least not now." "And when do you get angry?" Cashulael crouched down, looked up at Black, and asked. "What do you think?" Blake looked at Cashulyre like this, and thought of Cassius again. So, he asked rhetorically. "En......" Cashulael tilted his head in thought, and then replied, "Are you angry when you're outside?" "......" Blake thought for a moment, and felt that the outside that Cashulyre was referring to should mean the space beyond the White Rift. Am I right? Seeing that Blake didn't speak, Cashulael asked. He stood up, walked back to the stone, and sat down again. "Not often angry." Blake said, looking at Cashulael and then straight ahead of him, "But when someone gets hurt or something, they still get angry. ”

"And when I'm hurt, does Blake get angry?" Blake knew Cashulyre was going to ask that next. He's already figured out the answer. He laughed and said, "So you don't run around and get hurt and make me angry." "Oh, I see." Cashulael got back to her feet. "It's not too early for me to go there, it's time to go back." Blake said suddenly. "Really?" Kashulaill looked a little disappointed and asked, "Are you leaving so soon?" "He doesn't seem to hide his emotions, he shows them whenever he has something." I'll be back to see you tomorrow. Blake reassured—at least he felt he was comforting. That's it! Don't go back! Cashulyre's eyes widened, and he shouted. I've always been a man of my word. Blake said, gesturing with his right hand to swear to the heavens. Anyway, it would only be him and Cashulael here, and only Cashulael would know about what he did.

"How do I get back?" Blake stood up and asked. "If you want to go back, you can go back." Cashulael looked at him and said very seriously. "Think?" Blake didn't understand the meaning of his words for a moment. "yes, I think." Cashulael nodded. "Then I'm leaving." Blake now understands. "Okay." Cashulael said, "Be sure to come back and see me!" "Yes." Blake said, closing his eyes. He began to think to himself: Let me go back. Five seconds later, when he opened his eyes again, he was back in the middle of his lounge. He still felt that the wind from the air conditioner was still a little loud, but he didn't mind. A few minutes later, when he turned off the light in the lounge and lay down on the bed, it occurred to him that he had forgotten to ask how he had gone back! "I guess it's 'want' too......" he muttered to himself. Then he closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep.