In an instant, a clear image was received in Lynch's sea of consciousness: A warm nest hidden deep within the thick sea of clouds, surrounded and protected by rainbow-colored floating clouds.
Inside the nest, a small white whale, only the size of an ordinary house and covered with soft white hair, appeared extraordinarily tender and fragile, curling up weakly and making faint, anxious bird-like calls.
Its small horn was just a little bulge, appearing very fragile. The image conveyed a strong message: hunger, helplessness, and a deep dependence on and waiting for the mother.
"My... child..." A thought filled with sorrow and pleading was directly imprinted in Lynch's consciousness, "newborn… powerless… waiting… to be fed… I beg of you..."
Lynch's gray eyes moved slightly.
So that's how it is.
