The girl has not yet woken up from the dream.

Sleeping, dark and warm dreams enveloped her, pulsing out the shape of a sound.

She didn't want to wake up, it was like that in every dream, and if she could make a choice, she would rather melt into any of them.

It was more beautiful than the ceiling she saw when she opened her eyes, she thought, and the leaping dream sang silently in front of her, for three minutes or ten thousand years.

Are other people's dreams the same? She used to think and ask this question as a question under the real sky, but the answer she got was not what she expected, people would dream of deceased relatives, dream of things that could not be wanted, dream of fearful unknowns, dream of confidants they had never met, dream of undiscovered facts, dream of glimpses of the future, but only not dream of dreams of the dream itself.

That's how she realizes herself as a freak.

The girl could not see anything here, nor could she actually touch anything, except for the heavy warmth that a baby could feel when she was in the womb, and some experiences that transcended human physical perception—an experience she had experienced for seventeen years, but she still could not accurately express the sensation in words, it did not seem to be an actual objective existence, but an instinctive experience that had arisen in the nerve bundle as early as when she was conceived.

Following this experience, she could see the songs of dreams, she could see their whispers, they were entangled and jumping, like straight lines but far more boundless than straight lines, like points of light but far deeper than points, they passed through the gaps of time and thought, weaving everything one person after another in a way that the girl could not understand.

- Compared to the cold reality, this place is indeed more suitable for her to sleep for a long time.

The only thing she could understand in these woven pasts was her own part, but the understanding of these pasts was not a good thing, and sometimes bright and sometimes bleak dreams intermittently exploded her memories in her consciousness, and there were some terrible things that were indeed true.

"I don't want to go back."

She heard her own voice, mingled between the fading cacophony of memories, distinctly recognizable.

"What can I do when I wake up?"

It's just to keep living, but is living just to be alive? She didn't know, and she couldn't find the answer.

If someone wants to impose their dreams on you, will you accept it?

"Absolutely."

The void of the void is still the void.

Grief and self-denial, and self-denial grief is a strange spiral, and when these three are combined, the grieving person will inevitably be swept into it, like a bee trapped in a terrarium and sinking to the bottom of the sea, the shell of the heart is both a prison that prevents it from escaping and a barrier to protect it from being crushed, and it can only rush above the barrier in despair, watching itself gradually sink into the deep sea, waiting for the shell to be crushed by the deep turbulence.

What kind of person is she? Crushed in front of her by dreams, her experience kept telling her that she had done some things right, but she had done more wrong, that she was unfortunate but not innocent, that she had no power to return to heaven and that she had no intention of changing.

"If there is, then it's not bad to let that person live for me."

For the first time, the girl felt a sense of being grounded in a dream, in other words, it was the first time she felt her presence in a dream.

"You know what kind of person I am."

No, I don't know.

The dream replied, and its dark body danced a melody that the girl could understand: I am only dreaming, and you are you.

"You've never been with me...... communicated. Originally, in her dreams, she could be completely separated from the real world to seek stability beyond the entity, but now she also felt her short and weak body in reality in this last pure land, which was very bad.

But now I'm communicating with you, and that's the most important thing. The pure black dream suddenly contracted in the pure black void, and the deep dark light illuminated its chaotic interior, and the girl in the depths did not resist, and fell deeper and deeper into the embrace of the dream.

I'm asking you to choose, accept this unwarranted dream, or give up.

"What happens if I accept these things?" The girl replied hollowly, her eyes and ears meeting her own words, "I'm going to be no longer me, am I, the owner of that dream will open my eyes for me, yes—I'll stay here forever, yes." ”

No, the one who wakes up will still be-

"You."

The sound of the dream coincided, it broke away from the girl floating in the endless darkness, the dazzling darkness extended towards the edge of time, the cold and hard alienation replaced the warmth of the dream, hovering around the girl.

"What's the use of that, I don't have a goal, I don't have any dreams, such a waste, if I wake up with that dream, it will only help."

"I don't want to cause trouble."

The girl had no doubt that the dream was just joking, or that she didn't care about it, the reality that she wanted to give up but couldn't give up was a real burden to her, and if there was a little possibility that she could abandon it without affecting others, she would agree.

Even if it was to wear her out of this world at once, as if it had never been born, she would be more than happy.

The motivation to have no desire and no hope, such a life is wrong, but it cannot be changed, and the best outcome is to end it before you go astray completely.

"Since you don't have a problem with the matter itself, let's just assume that you agree." The dream, which revealed its full appearance in the girl's eyes, opened its mouth and made the final decision, "Tomorrow morning, the sun will rise as usual, and you will wake up as usual, but you will carry with you everything that is actually present with another person." ”

"That's so ironic," the girl stared at the face of "Dream", but her emotions did not wave, "People who have no dreams and want to abandon reality keep everything in reality, and those who have dreams and want to embrace reality abandon everything in reality." ”

"That's right, because that guy is a very old, old boy."

Then it is not difficult to understand, the stupidity of moving forward, the recklessness of leaving no way back, the wishful thinking, and the unfounded self-confidence. Boys are always like this, all of them. ”

"Yes, it's naïve, but it's good for you." Dream laughs softly:

"Isn't it interesting that people with dreams always want to have everything, and people who don't have dreams don't want to have dreams?"

"You're really headstrong, like me."

The girl raised her eyes to look at the "dream" not far from her, and the face of the "dream" that was no different from herself, and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say it, and could only ferment these words into a sigh.

"The embodiment of dreams but not dreaming, this thing is indeed more bizarre than I imagined." Dream once again reached out and hugged the girl into his arms, and a soft sigh drew the dark wind, "Well, get ready to wake up." ”