"The dream begins with a building that is hard and thick, with no living creatures in it, and a shaft in the center of the building is as deep as an abyss, and an iron spiral staircase connects the floors. At the top of the spiral staircase, I carried a long black satin skirt down the stairs, the hem of which swayed to the ground. There is only one iron door on each floor with a wooden window. When I opened, a face confided a story to me, and I listened silently. At some point, whenever there was a rustling sound in the depths of the shaft, and the tentacles of something began to spread upwards from the depths of the darkness, I hurried upstairs. The wooden door that belongs to me is always open, welcoming me and waiting for me. When I woke up, I sold the tenant's story as a dream to strangers. Only this time was the exception. The girl had begun to tell her story in Chalon's ear. Cha Lun listened, tacitly took off the Jin Chuan in her hair and put it in her palm.

"Only this time, with exceptions. Exceptions are fatal. She continued, "It was an iron door like no other, and when the wooden window was opened, there was no face, but it was as blue as the blue sky, and it was heartbreaking. Filled with curiosity, I pushed open the iron door. I shouldn't have pushed open the iron door. Behind the door was empty, and a long corridor led to another building, where there was also a distinctive iron spiral staircase that spiraled on each floor, and the shaft was bottomless. There is also only one iron door on each floor, and the iron door has a wooden window. The blue bloomed in an open wooden window deep in the spiral staircase. ”

"I lifted my dress and walked quickly. The spiral staircase is so long, it seems to be close, but in fact it is endless. ”

"The further down I went, the closer I got to the thick darkness deep down the shaft, the more terrifying the rustling sounded to me, and the blues on that side became brighter and clearer. I finally arrived, and pushed open the iron door in the blue light, and behind the door was a long corridor leading to another similar building. There, the blue blooms deep in the spiral staircase. The hidden fear fills the eyes, like this long night, spreading endlessly. ”

Dreams get stuck in a loop. She closed her eyes and fell silent.

"Since then. No new dreams? Cha Lun asked, as if he had guessed something.

"Yes." She stared blankly ahead, as if I were the unknown but known world behind the door. ”

"Now, I'm walking down a spiral staircase that I can never get out of. In the past, each dream had a different face. My dreams were repeated, like eternal night, and I couldn't wake up. ”

"I think. Maybe all you need is the courage to take the leap. "Cha Lun is putting it mildly." The most frightening appearances are often just the crests of inner ripples that can't really hurt you. ”

"I'm scared of the rustling, I'm scared of the shadowy darkness. I don't know what it is. ”

"Fear is always infinitely magnified in the darkness of the unknown. Perhaps you can look at darkness as your protective color. There, nothing can find you, nothing can find you. ”

"You know too little, too little, about darkness." "You don't know anything about the unknown world that lurks behind it," the girl said. ”

Cha Lun nodded, "That's why I have the courage to delve into the darkness. ”

The girl fell into deep thought. She lowered her eyelashes and thought beautifully. The collarbone is deep, and depression is all over the body like a shadow.

"You're right." She spoke slowly, "Imagination is my innate disease, and she has imprisoned me by exaggerating the sinister nature of this world tenfold, and has almost made me lose my courage. ”

"Imagination is also your greatest asset." Charon responded, the thought of keeping the girl with her crossed her mind, not wanting to see her imagination drained by this menial and boring job, or to see her thin and thin for a living. I gave her a copper coin engraved with Mongolian characters. If she can't make a living here, she can find food if she finds herself. "Come with me. Your imagination will be weighted, not entertained. ”

She shook her head slowly, got up and walked out of the wine shop, and disappeared into the dust of the city.

Cha Lun wanted to catch up with her, but somehow, he came to the foot of the volcano.

The fire is rushing, and the embers are falling.

Beneath the volcano, hermits wore black cloaks and obscured their faces, and gathered together with hookahs in their hands.

One said: At night, unknown fleets would slow through the streets of the city, the bridges full and towering, the two strings slightly scratching the window panes of the sleepers.

One said: Sitting quietly in the palace and listening to a whole orchestra, it is common to hear the restless panting of the animals coming from the dark corners behind the scenes.

One person said, "He and I try to repair people's bodies and cure their diseases, and if we are given enough time and energy, he will volunteer to serve people free of charge." At the same time, in the corner, someone shouted at him to stop his study of the human body.

One said: By tying eight moths together with a rope, he could touch the surface of the crater.

One said, "There are subtle things in the water." He would try to grind the ice cubes into the right shape, so that he could observe the tiny things like giants looking at us.

One man said that he had decided to set out through the vast city to get a glimpse of the dust and visions on the edge. He never returned.

One person said: During the rainstorm season, a passer-by was hit by a falling boulder and died, and he saw it with his own eyes. He also heard that the basement of the giant tower was full of holes, and if he was not careful, he would never return.

One said, "The anonymous fruits scattered in the streets in the early morning are inedible, because you don't know what will become of you when you eat them."

Others said nothing. Drawing sparks by himself, one after another, the shadows of the crowd repeatedly expanded and disappeared in front of him. The last match was extinguished, and the crowd was returned to darkness, and the people dispersed.

Somehow, Cha Lun returned to the market. After nightfall, most people turn off the lights and fall asleep, a few people are reluctant to spend all the night time in sleep, when most of the squares and houses are not in the night, the night market slowly wakes up in a few narrow alleys, the lights are lit up one by one, the flow of people surges, food, all kinds of fruits and even rare treasures can be found. The roadside liquor shops were lit up with bright and dim signs, where people exchanged money for almost everything, without any laws or customs. The nocturnal walker expresses his desires more straightforwardly, and the way he expresses his opinions is more angular, while Cha Lun sees it as the real side.

Standing in the middle of the night on the street where the flow of people is fading, the night wind cutting at the neck and ears, extremely sober and desperate, is such a fierce and cold smell. The essential difference between the two is only that the former is a state of mind, while the latter is a state of mind mixed with desire. Desire is one of the innate human natures. Cha Lun is often away from the crowd because it keeps her independent thinking clear, but when her heart is barren and lonely, she is also desperate to listen to the voices of the crowd, like thirsting for water. At that time, even the noise in the night market and the passing touches made her feel at ease.