老王盯着天花板的霉斑，越看越像一张扭曲的人脸，正咧着嘴对他笑。他突然打了个喷嚏，感觉鼻子痒痒的。这出租屋条件太差了，屋檐漏水，墙皮剥落，连个像样的家具都没有，唯一值钱的就是这本从破书馆摸来的《克劳森之书》，封皮都破成了狗皮膏药。“操！

“ finishing up the sentence, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and the room began to tilt around him. He felt like the world was spinning, and the smell of mold and decay filled his nostrils.

His vision blurred, and he heard a faint voice echoing in his mind, "Welcome to the world of Clausen..."

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange place. The sky was a deep blue, dotted with stars that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light. The ground was made of smooth, white stones, and the air was filled with a faint, sweet scent.

He looked around in shock, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. This was no longer the run-down apartment he had left. This was something... different.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, smiling. It was an old man with a long beard and a pair of round glasses perched on his nose. He wore a tattered robe that seemed to shimmer with a faint light.