Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

In the illusion created by the giant TV, thick fog rolled wildly, like a living demon, swallowing up the entire space. Lin Feng seemed to be a lone goose thrown into this chaotic time and space by the giant hand of fate, his heart filled with a burning desire to escape from this place, just like a drowning person's greed for air.

Everything around was completely wrapped in fog, and the layers of fog seemed like an airtight barrier, isolating all hope and vitality. Under the caress of the fog, the trees only revealed shadowy outlines, just like hideous ghosts, silently dancing their claws in the darkness, or like evil beasts poking out from the dark abyss, peeping at the intruders in a playful manner.

The gloomy atmosphere was like a physical yoke, weighing heavily on every nerve of his. Every breath seemed to be breathing out cold fear. But in the depths of Lin Feng's eyes, he was determined like a burning flame and firm like an immortal rock, without any intention of retreating. He pursed his lips tightly, and the firm lines showed his unyielding will. Every step he took in this unknown land shrouded in fog splashed with silent courage and fearlessness.

His figure shuttled through the mist, like a nimble cheetah, yet with a resolute determination to risk everything. The only sounds he could hear were his own footsteps and slightly heavy breathing, echoing in this dead silence, like a battle song against this illusion. His sleeves fluttered gently in the weak air current, as if to cheer him up.

Sometimes, a cold wind whistled past, and the mist was like a surging wave, instantly drowning him. His vision was completely obscured, and there was only a chaotic paleness in front of him. But he did not panic, but just paused slightly, relying on his memory and keen intuition to re-identify the direction and move forward resolutely again.

He raised his hand, trying to clear the cotton-like mist in front of him, but found it was in vain. The mist slipped through his fingers, as if mocking his insignificance and powerlessness. However, Lin Feng's eyes became more and more fiery. He knew that only by firm belief could he find a ray of light in this endless darkness.

His thoughts were like a wild horse running wild, running fast. He recalled the clues before he stepped into this illusion, trying to find a way to crack it. Every detail was magnified and clear in his mind, like a bright star, illuminating his way forward.

Although he was exhausted physically and mentally, his legs seemed to be filled with lead and he had to make great efforts to take each step. But his spine was always straight, which was a symbol of unyielding and his persistent pursuit of freedom and survival. Under the heavy siege of this foggy forest, Lin Feng was like a towering mountain. No matter how strong the wind was, he remained unmoved. With his iron will, he wrote his own legend of bravery.

He kept shuttling back and forth in the woods, his posture was vigorous but a little embarrassed. The dead branches and leaves under his feet creaked, and the sound was infinitely amplified in the silent foggy forest, like a lonely movement, and every note told of his persistence and confusion. Every step he took seemed to carry his exploration of the unknown and his ardent yearning for freedom, as if measuring the distance between him and hope.

His eyes were like torches, carefully observing the surroundings. Those eyes, like stars twinkling in the mist, penetrated the layers of haze, trying to capture any trace of abnormality. He scanned every tree, the texture on the trunk, the direction of the branches, the shape and color of the leaves, all of which were taken in by his eyes, fearing that he would miss any subtle clues that might be the exit. Sometimes he squatted down to check if there were any special marks or hidden passages on the ground; sometimes he looked up at the sky, hoping to find guidance from the sky covered by fog.

He reached out and touched the strangely shaped trees, the rough bark rubbing against his palms. Some trunks had huge tumors protruding from them, as if they were an evil curse imposed by this illusion; some branches twisted and coiled, like a python with bared fangs and claws. He walked slowly around the trees, his ears keenly capturing the movements around him, even the falling of a leaf or the crawling of an insect could not escape his hearing.

However, time passed quietly in this futile search. Apart from the endless fog that lingered like a ghost and the trees that became more and more bizarre, he still found nothing. Every exploration was like throwing a stone into the endless darkness, without stirring up a ripple of hope. His brows knitted slightly, and a trace of anxiety spread in his heart, but he suppressed it in an instant. He told himself that he could not give up. As long as he persisted, the exit would definitely appear in front of him at some inadvertent moment.

He paused there for a moment, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his chaotic thoughts. He re-sorted out every experience, every detail, and every feeling he had since entering the illusion, as if he was dismantling a complex puzzle, hoping to find the key piece from these memory fragments, so as to piece together a path to freedom. But his thoughts were like this fog, chaotic and elusive. Just when he had a little clue, it disappeared in an instant.

He opened his eyes again, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He decided to change his strategy and no longer rush around blindly. Instead, he chose a direction and went straight ahead. Perhaps this would help him break through the siege of the fog and find the exit hidden deep inside. So, he chose a tall and unique tree as a reference, and walked firmly in one direction. His steps were more steady and powerful than before, and every step was filled with the courage to fight to the death, continuing his adventure and struggle in this foggy forest.

Time seemed to have lost its meaning in this silent forest. The intersection of the second hand, minute hand and hour hand could no longer measure Lin Feng's struggle and exploration in this strange space. Lin Feng wandered back and forth in this airtight fog, as if he was in the turbulence of time, and he didn't know how many long hours he had endured. He felt exhausted physically and mentally, every muscle was protesting silently, his legs were as heavy as lead, and every step he took seemed to exhaust all his strength. But his spine was still straight, and the steel-like will in his eyes had never dimmed.

His clothes were already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his back, and his hair was scattered in front of his forehead, with a few strands of hair drooping on both sides of his cheeks after being soaked by sweat. After running and thinking for a long time, his face looked a little haggard, and although there was fatigue in his eyes, the fire of indomitable spirit still burned. It was the desire for life and the persistent pursuit of freedom that supported him to persevere in this seemingly endless predicament.

Just when he felt a little discouraged and the tight string deep in his heart was about to loosen, fate seemed to quietly open another door for him. His eyes inadvertently caught the existence of a pond not far away. The surface of the pond was as calm as a mirror, like a huge glass disk, perfectly embedded in this misty forest. There was no ripple to disturb the calmness of the surface, just like a sleeping fairy, surrounded by the gentle mist, exuding a fascinating and mysterious atmosphere.

The mist lingered over the pond like a veil, sometimes thin, sometimes thick, as if deliberately covering up or tempting Lin Feng to get closer. A circle of unknown water plants grew around the pond, their leaves were slender and soft, glowing with a faint green luster in the weak light, some of them fell on the water surface, but did not destroy the smoothness of the mirror surface, but added a bit of tranquility. Occasionally, one or two small water insects lightly touched the water surface, creating a tiny concentric circle, but it instantly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Feng stared at the pond, and an inexplicable intuition surged in his heart. He seemed to sense that the pond might hide a secret related to this illusion, and it might be the key to his escape from here. Although the physical fatigue was constantly pulling at his reason, the dawn of hope made him forget all his fatigue. He took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the pond, his steps light and cautious, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of this mysterious world, or triggering some unknown dangerous trap. With every step closer, he could feel the strong attraction of the mysterious atmosphere more clearly, just like a magnet attracting iron filings, which made him involuntarily fall into it, and couldn't stop exploring the truth hidden behind the pond.

Lin Feng's heart moved, and a bold idea came to his mind: Maybe the exit is under the pond. Without any hesitation, he took a deep breath and jumped into the river. The cold river water instantly wrapped around his body, and he couldn't help shivering, but soon adapted to the water temperature and began to dive to the bottom of the river.

The world at the bottom of the river seemed like a claustrophobic space created by the God of Darkness with all his might, dim and silent. The thick shadows spread like ink, immersing every inch of the corner in an extremely oppressive way. Only the sound of Lin Feng's arms waving vigorously and his legs pedaling rapidly while paddling echoed alone in this narrow underwater area, like his unyielding battle song against this desperate situation.

His eyes were like two candles flickering tenaciously in the darkness, trying to penetrate the thick darkness like a curtain. Every blink was filled with a desire for light and an exit. His vision switched between blur and clarity with difficulty. His eyes were like torches, carefully scanning every riverbed feature, not missing any cracks, crevices or strange places that might hide an exit. His focused expression seemed to want to analyze everything on the riverbed to the atomic level.

The water plants swayed under the gentle but ruthless push of the water flow, and their slender leaves stretched out like ghost tentacles, as if deliberately building a natural barrier to block his progress. Every time Lin Feng tried to cross a dense area of ​​water plants, the slippery water plants would entangle his limbs, as if they had self-awareness, desperately pulling him back, trying to trap him in the dark abyss at the bottom of the river.

The occasional small fish that swam by were originally swimming and playing leisurely in the quiet riverbed, but they were terrified by Lin Feng's sudden intrusion. Their colorful bodies instantly turned into flashes of light and fled in all directions at a very fast speed. The small whirlpools stirred up by the rapid swinging of their tails were proof of their panic.

However, Lin Feng ignored these obstacles and disturbances. His heart seemed to be occupied by an indestructible fortress of faith. The only belief was like a flag that would never fall, fluttering in the depths of his soul: find the exit and escape from the illusion. Whether it was the entanglement of water plants, the panicked escape of small fish, or the psychological pressure brought by the endless darkness, none of them could shake his iron determination. Every time he encountered an obstacle, his eyes became more resolute, and his actions became more resolute and decisive, as if he was declaring to the world at the bottom of the river his unyielding will and confidence that he would be able to break through.

He was like a fearless explorer, groping steadily at the bottom of the river, surrounded by a dark blue world of death. His hands moved slowly in the darkness, and immediately touched the rough stones. The surface of the stones was covered with pits and cracks eroded by time, as if they were the ancient and mysterious code of this fantasy world, and each texture seemed to be telling a story of the past. The slippery moss was like a layer of cold plastic wrap, applied on the stone, and it would slip away quietly between his fingers with a little force, adding a bit of elusive weirdness to his touch.

His fingers moved carefully between the stones and mosses, not leaving out any inch of space, as if he was performing a sacred ritual, devoting himself to it with all his heart and soul. As time passed relentlessly, he sank deeper and deeper into the underwater world, and his body began to send out danger signals. The oxygen gradually decreased, and his lungs seemed to be slowly tightened by a pair of invisible hands. At first, it was just a slight feeling of suffocation, as if his chest was blocked by a piece of cotton, and his breathing became a little cramped.

But he still gritted his teeth and persisted, his clenched teeth seemed to be his last line of defense against this harsh environment. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Although the sweat could not be seen rolling down in the water, the warmth and tightness from his forehead were clearly felt. His eyes began to turn red due to lack of oxygen, and his vision became blurred, but he still stared at the front, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this endless darkness.

Just when he felt that he was about to suffocate and his consciousness gradually became chaotic, as if his soul was about to leave his body, a bright light suddenly flashed before his eyes. The light seemed so abrupt and dazzling in the dark blue world at the bottom of the river, like the brightest star in the night sky falling to the earth, or like a bright lamp lit by God for him in this desperate situation. It flickered and beat, as if calling Lin Feng, giving him the last salvation and hope of a dying man.

Lin Feng's heart was instantly ignited with hope by the bright light, and his brain, which was originally confused due to lack of oxygen, instantly became clearer. He used up the last bit of his strength, kicked the sand and stones at the bottom of the river with his legs, and swam towards the direction of the bright light like an arrow. His arms paddled the water desperately, and each stroke was accompanied by soreness and weakness, but there was no hesitation or retreat in his eyes, only a strong desire for life and a firm determination to escape from this terrible illusion.

The light was like a beacon in the darkness, shining stubbornly in the deep and boundless world at the bottom of the river. Strands of golden light penetrated the cold river water, like agile tentacles, gently but powerfully dispelling the darkness and despair around it, bringing endless hope to Lin Feng, as if injecting a majestic warm current of life into his dying heart.

He swam towards it without hesitation, his eyes locked in the direction of the light, his eyes full of passion and determination. His arms were like high-speed oars, paddling the water vigorously, and each stroke brought up a string of sparkling bubbles, like a string of symbols of hope rising and breaking in the water. His muscles were tense and his veins were bulging, like angry little green snakes winding under his skin, showing his determination to go all out at this moment.

His legs kept kicking, as if they were equipped with powerful springs, and each kick gave his body a strong propulsion force. His feet moved rapidly and alternately, stirring up small whirlpools in the water, as if he was crushing and dispersing all the darkness and obstacles at the bottom of the river. His whole body was like a cannonball, whizzing through the water, breaking the deep blue silence.

His speed was getting faster and faster, so fast that the surrounding water seemed to turn into a physical wind, whistling past his ears, making a low whimper, as if cheering him on. It was as if there was an invisible gravitational force pulling him with the light, a powerful force interwoven with hope and the instinct for survival. This force exceeded the limits of his body, making him forget his fatigue, the pain in his lungs and the feeling of suffocation. He only had one firm belief in his heart: to move forward towards the light, towards life.

In this vigorous swimming, his thoughts were running wild like a wild horse. The past flashed before his eyes quickly, and those warm smiles and kind words played frame by frame like a movie, becoming the spiritual support for his persistence at this moment. He remembered the earnest eyes of his relatives and the sincere encouragement of his friends. Those beautiful memories were like beams of light, shining with the light in front of him, giving him endless motivation.

He felt that the distance between him and the light was getting closer and closer, and the light was getting stronger and stronger, almost hurting his eyes. But he did not retreat at all, instead he paddled his limbs more vigorously. He knew that this was his only chance to escape from the illusion and the door of hope for his new life. No matter what, he had to break through this last obstacle and embrace the dawn of freedom.