A short noon break. The afternoon shoot is about to begin.

  Though the morning’s atmosphere had been extremely heavy, the crew has already adjusted their moods, some even showing a hint of excitement.

  After all, this is their first time collaborating with actors from outside the production.

  The art lead sits on an equipment case, biting on a straw while staring at her phone. Then she turns and asks:

  “Hey, their work uses so many special effects.

  What do you think the actually looks like in person?”

  The screenwriter rolls their eyes, not even lifting their head.

  “You’re the art lead and even you can’t tell? How would I know?”

  “Please. I can’t exactly split the footage into separate tracks and check.”

  The two bicker back and forth, yet the atmosphere on set remains relaxed.

  Not long after, the manager walks back onto the set carrying a grayish-white stone in his arms, his expression a little odd.

  The art lead looks up, frowning.

  “Weren’t you going to bring someone back?

  Why did you come back holding a rock? Where are they?”

  The manager looks down at the stone in his arms, then at the two of them.

  He presses his lips together and pauses for a moment.

  “This situation… is a bit complicated.

  Anyway, take a few deep breaths first and prepare yourselves.”

  The screenwriter raises an eyebrow. The art lead looks puzzled.

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  Though they have no idea what he’s about to do, the two still do as he says and take a few breaths.

  “Alright, alright, stop keeping me in suspense.”

  The art lead urges, “What are you trying to say?”

  “Are you really ready?” the manager asks again.

  The screenwriter nods. “Yeah. Go on.”

  Only after confirming does the manager slowly lower his head and speak to the stone in his arms.

  “You can come out now.”

  The next second, a soft glow appears on the stone’s surface.

  A faint light flashes and disappears. Air ripples like the surface of water.

  In the next instant, the three of them become four.

  An eerie silence falls over the set.

  The newly added actor looks entirely human.

  Silver hair falls over her shoulders, and her eyes are so clear they seem almost unreal.

  The art lead’s face turns deathly pale. Her hand jerks, and the whole drink spills onto the floor.

  She points at the figure with a trembling hand.

  “W-What is this? That’s not possible!”

  The manager speaks calmly, as if reporting a schedule.

  “Our collaborating actor, the Little Ghost.”

  Then he lifts the faintly glowing stone in his arms slightly.

  “And the Moonstone.”

  “They’re not special effects?!”

  The art lead clutches her head and drops into a crouch, eyes wide, muttering something under her breath.

  Meanwhile, the screenwriter stands upright at the side, expression unchanged.

  But upon closer inspection—

  his soul has clearly gone offline.

  Although the first meeting was utter chaos, things thankfully still moved smoothly into filming.

  Now, the studio lights are steady.

  The Little Ghost is sitting at the center of the set, leaning against the softly glowing Moonstone, looking up at the ceiling, their expression distant and ethereal.

  The camera slowly zooms in.

  On the monitor, those chubby-looking hands rest steadily on… her knees? Or are they actually part of the body?

  No one can say for sure.

  The art lead stares fixedly at the screen, the corner of her mouth twitching.

  “There’s actually a second form…”

  Her voice carries both surprise and confusion. Only a second later does she truly react.

  “Wait… the camera can actually capture it?”

  The screenwriter stands nearby, his expression unexpectedly calm—perhaps because he has written too many absurd scripts, his mind long since weathered by experience.

  “Honestly, we’re probably not in a position to question something like this. After all, our crew has Lil’ Pink…”

  The words flash through her mind like an electric current.

  The art lead’s face freezes instantly.

  In her mind appears the image of a certain pink pig, holding chopsticks in its hooves and hopping around the studio.

  “Right… that was shallow of me…”

  After saying that, she falls silent and begins contemplating where the boundary between life and art design should be drawn…

  Inside the studio, no one says another word.

  In complete silence, the crew finishes filming for the day—though their mental state is hard to guarantee.