"Please, let me go in and see her. ”

"In the name of the Holy Light, with the honor of the Paladin as a guarantee, I have no ill will. ”

He pleaded with the maiden with a basin of water and a blackened towel, and not long ago, when he had stumbled past the Union camp, he was attracted by the name from the lips of two young Union soldiers, and despite thinking that it was impossible, he rushed forward desperately and asked them rudely where the man was.

The girl gave way with a suspicious look, and for countless years he had never felt such nervousness, and when he lifted the curtain and entered the tent, the girl who cared for the sick followed, but his eyes, his thoughts, and all his attention were drawn to the girl lying on the marching bed.

He couldn't be wrong, he would never admit it, it was her!, the Holy Light had mercy, he thought he had lost her forever, but now he had her again in the land where she was born.

"What's wrong with her?" he asked the maiden eagerly as he approached her, and he let out a long sigh of relief when he saw that she was breathing evenly and just asleep.

"Sleepy...... The doctor said that she may be suffering from narcolepsy, and it is better not to wake her up, ...... years ago" Speaking of this, the girl lowered her head, "There was also a time a few years ago, she fell asleep in a cave, and it took many days for the adults to take her back to the town before she woke up. ”

"Really...... I know. ”

Pain, self-blame, regret, and rejoicing, it is difficult for him to describe how he feels at the moment.

He burst into tears, he had never cried when she had lost her, so many others, but when the most precious person in his life had returned, he could not bear it any longer.

……

Who's crying? Crying for whom?

Miss Loria tilted her head and yawned, and for a moment she thought she was about to wake up, but at the look of the pink-haired man crouching in the corner, she could only shrug her shoulders and sigh helplessly.

"Little sister?"

She squatted down in front of her and called her, and shook her hands again, but the dull-looking pink hair didn't even have half an expression.

I can't touch it, I don't pay attention to it, it's a real headache, although I can also throw her away, but I always feel that it's not good to throw people who look exactly like me.

The walls and darkness of the monster were gone, and Loria leaned over to see a pool of light gray water on the side of the gray rotunda.

She saw herself slumped at the water's edge, and Aya pointed at her dejectedly, as Mr. Stallman and the other adults hammered open the narrow hole, and a burly woman with glasses picked her up.

It's like a reflection of the world, why do nightmares always happen here?Why can you see through those smooth surfaces what will happen later in reality?Loria thought for a while, and without any clue, she lay down next to her sluggish self, poking her fingers from time to time, and a spot of gray-black lines floated closer, and she blew a breath, and the spot was gone.

She had never thought about the meaning of these floating lines and spots, whether they were another person's nightmare, or maybe this was the world's dream.

There was no point in speculating, no one could answer her questions, she had no interest in wandering around this strange gray world, the last time she had been trapped in a similar place for months - well, she had no idea how long it had been, who had made the concept of time absent from her dreams?

Thinking that there were corners of the world that Nozdorm couldn't peep into, she was happy again.

I don't know how long later, after I don't know how many times I was drowsy but still not asleep, she suddenly got up from the ground, imitated the movements of the sluggish pink hair, and knelt where she knelt...... She had a whim, since everyone was glued together, maybe they could stick back together.

Sure enough, she and Sluggish Pink Fur coincided perfectly!

This doesn't seem to be something to be happy about, and it can almost coincide with me a few years ago in terms of body size...... Loria raised her right hand, but she couldn't move the sluggish pink-haired hand.

After trying to no avail, she tried to imagine that they were one, she frowned and thought hard, but it didn't work.

In a flash of inspiration, she thought that the child would not be frightened, and recalled the situation at that time, it was very difficult, when her own consciousness was awakened, she did not feel afraid, and the black thing could only scare the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

Rather, she might have become like that based on their fears.

She decided to think about something else that scared her - like slimy bugs that were bigger than her.

For a moment, she felt some kind of emotional resonance, and the weight on her body seemed to increase, so she stood up cautiously.

She glued the pink-haired lady to herself!

……

Have you ever wondered what the edge of your dream is? When you're being chased by something in your dream, or just having a boring conversation with someone whose face you can't see clearly, have you ever wondered what the world is like when you turn left at an intersection you haven't been before and walk out of a certain door?

Occasionally, restless consciousness would go against the established course, but few people went far enough, with the exception of perhaps she who woke up in a dream.

The gray-white monotonous space makes people lonely, at first, she will also peek into reality through those smooth faces, and it is not surprising that she sees Loka, far less violent and hateful than she remembers, a Loka who gently takes her to see the sea and tells her stories, Loka who saves her from the mouths of several jackals, complains that it will cost a lot of strength to appear once, but still smiles and touches her head.

This is an experience that has never been experienced before, although she is just watching from a distance in the black and white world, she also feels inexplicably warm.

Unfortunately, the clutter and muffled sounds increased, and by the end of the day, all she could see was distorted colored threads and meaningless noises.

Days or months? She walked through a gray garden, jumped through a hole, came to a tower, climbed up again, and suddenly returned to the ground, and the dull pink hair fell off, and she went back to pick her up, and everything here made no sense, and if you went up to a lake, and if you went down, you might go up to a high ground, sometimes you would turn left and you would suddenly return to the same place, sometimes you would go backwards and you would reach a place you had never been.

She was completely disoriented, and a premonition that she would be trapped here forever was born, and it became stronger and stronger.

Until she saw the familiar figure at the end of a staircase.