Sand, sand, except sand is sand.

The white sand stretched from the front of the eye to the end of the view, reflecting a scorching white light in the blazing sun.

The sand here is a little different from the rest of the world, and the ground lines are a little more undulating. Occasionally, the wind blows through the sand, revealing half of the wall or fragments of rubble or porcelain – traces of human life.

If you go a little further, you can see a lot of stone houses that have not completely collapsed, but they only retain their general appearance. The indescribable desolation between the ruins and ruins.

Walking through the ruins, you will see a palace-like house. Perhaps because of the highest terrain here, the houses have not yet been buried by the wind and sand. But the vicissitudes of life on the wall are also imprinted with deep marks of thousands of years of wind and rain.

These inscriptions are history without words, silently recording countless joys and sorrows.

And next to these histories, you can see two figures, one large and one small.

In the past, sitting in a wooden wheelchair, his skin was pale like spring snow about to melt, and like a white mist in the morning light. Her rose-red hair was draped over her shoulders, like a gorgeous and fleeting afterglow at sunset. A pair of eyes are hazy, as if they are covering the dust of thousands of years.

Holder stood not far away, his tall figure like a majestic mountain. It's just that the mountain is too old or tired, and it is crumbling under the wind and rain.

It wasn't the wind and rain that brought him down, but his own heart full of holes!

"How much longer?" asked Former Nian.

"It's coming. ”

"It's decided, it's your home, too. ”

"There's no turning back from the bow, and I'm tired of being here—sorry, dreams are always time to wake up. Holder whispered.

"Yes. "I closed my eyes and said no more.

Neither of them spoke again, just waited quietly.

It was only at this moment that footsteps suddenly sounded on the sand.

The footsteps were uneven, light and heavy, creaking the sand—the people seemed to be having a hard time.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Former and Holder looked at it at the same time.

The blood-stained boy walked across the sand one foot deep and one foot shallow, leaving red footprints on the snow-white sand, and then buried by the wind and sand.

The sand and blood scabs stuck to the boy's face, but his eyes were still as clear as glass, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked as if he was smiling (in fact, muscle cramps).

"Teacher?" said in surprise, looking up.

Qianzhou smiled and nodded at her, then looked at Holder, "Long time no see, Mr. Holder." Are you sleepy for a long life, or for a long death?"

Holder was stunned for a moment, then said, "It's too late, he's coming soon." ”

Qianzhou walked to the side of the old man: "Since there is still a while, can you finish this story?"

"There's nothing you can't say. He laughed at himself, "Teacher, you should have guessed a lot, right?"

"Hmm. Qianzhou nodded.

He pursed his lips in the past: "Enron has actually perished a long time ago, and what he pretends to exist is just a dream."

I still remember that when the [natural disaster] came that day, it was pitch black, and people fell down as if they were cutting wheat straw. Enron's 1,000-year-old history was destroyed in an instant.

I can't accept this ending, and I vow to protect this country. ”

He paused: "I am a descendant of the [Mirage], and with the power of the [Mirage], I have constructed this dream and encompassed everyone's souls.

Every 100 years, I can reverse my dreams and reality for seven days. I transferred the original safety to the dream within the dream that everyone constructed, and then turned my fabricated dream into reality and stood in the white desert. ”

"I see, that's a big deal. ”

Now a lot of things are explained—why there are still outsiders in this closed country, the smallest interval between the foreign books that Qianzhou sees is more than a hundred years, and the country has hardly changed in a thousand years......

"And what about you, Mr. Holder, and what is your reason for being an anchor point?"

In Qianzhou's perception, Holder completely turned into a signal tower. The essentia from the Lord of Rotten Dreams eroded Holder's entire body, making him a positioning "anchor" and a constant sender "signal" from afar.

No, not just an "anchor". I'm afraid he also serves as a transit point for the [Lord of Rotten Dreams]'s projection power.

"Is it hard to understand?" Holder's voice was hoarse, like two rough stones rubbing against each other, "between the past and the future, I chose the future, between life and freedom. ”

"But that's the past of a thousand years and the lives of 20,000 people!"

Qianzhou gently patted the former year's shoulder to signal her calm: "Mr. Holder, I remember that I said to you, 'Freedom, how much evil your name'. ”

"No, you don't understand. Holder's vision was dark and deep.

His tone was categorical, as if he was convincing Qianzhou, and as if he was convincing himself: "You don't understand what it's like to be trapped in a small world. It was this boundless desert that trapped me before, but now it is this fragmented dream that traps me. ”

He gasped: "Besides, Enron has long since perished. There are no more living people here, only some lingering souls. They are ignorant, and they don't even know that they are in a dream.

Rather than this, it is better to be a sacrifice for me to go forward, and I am also helping them to be free!"

"That's why you're willing to be the lackey of the [Lord of Rotten Dreams]?"

Holder smiled bitterly and did not refute Qianzhou's sarcasm: "That's right. So when He came to me and told me that He had a way to get me out of my dreams and be reborn, I made a decision. ”

"But it's just your decision, have you asked their opinions for the entire 20,000 people?"

"It's too late to say that, and He's here soon. Holder looked at Qianzhou, "I've hinted at you to leave early, but why don't you listen?

"Who knows? Qianzhou replied insincerely, and looked into the distance.

Outside of the dream, something was rapidly approaching.

It's like an unknown behemoth floating to the surface of the water in the bottomless water. It hadn't arrived, but the infinite shadow alone was enough to overwhelm people.

That is the [Rotten Dream Country], and the kingdom in the abyss is constantly rising!