In the dark space, Chen Ke's only sensation was falling, with dim, unnamed halos of light sprinkling down from above.
Suddenly, his feet touched the ground, and looking down, he saw a floating rectangular transparent platform.
The platform was roughly 3.5 meters wide. Along the edges lay aligned rows of regular perforations, with one platform after another spiraling out, extending all the way up to a screen of light.
He leapt across the platform towards the glowing gateway, entering the world of 35mm photographic film.
In 1839, humanity had invented the camera, mastering the technology to lock away moments in time.
The trickery of light and shadow turned fleeting moments into eternity on a thin plastic strip.
In Harlowin's hands was a negative, a gate to another photographic world. Chen Ke was curious about what kind of world he would enter.
He had to traverse through fragments of bygone time until he found the photograph taken at the moment Harlowin was killed.
