POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! The residual effect of the cosmic weed roll on the Hawaiian hills that night suddenly triggered extreme temperature distortion on their sofa navigation. Instead of jumping through time to an ancient civilization, their consciousness and blue-yellow sofa instead slid and were thrown into the highest coordinate of the frozen earth: the Mount Everest Basecamp. The condition in the magnificent basecamp in the past was very quiet, quiet, and left no life. There are only the remains of colorful expedition tents belonging to ancient human climbers who were frozen defying the storm. In order to survive, they set up a small campfire and planned to spend the night there to enjoy the cold with their magic sofa. Yellow moves skillfully to make hot coffee while burning cosmic weed, while Blue with an expressionless face is busy eating instant noodles with gravy. Yellow looked at his steaming coffee cup, then sighed softly through the snowstorm. "Just enjoy this uncertainty, all the pulses that tear are lonely," said Yellow philosophically. Blue stopped chewing his instant noodles for a moment. "We are forced to enjoy the chaos of this life," Blue replied coldly, before returning to sip his broth casually.