Never fall asleep in your dreams. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Why?

I don't know, but that's what the ancestors said.

What if you fall asleep?

Then don't wake up in a dream again.

……

Loria suddenly woke up, and it was still dark with something invisible, but something was clearly different. If there is any evidence, it is intuition, she feels panic and fear for no reason, it is not a fear of the dark, nor a creepy feeling, but a sense of horror that is almost numb and despair is eating away at her little by little.

It's like watching yourself turn to ashes little by little.

"Tim, Aya?"

She called out the names of her companions, even if it was a nasty ghost, come and talk to her.

Realizing that her voice was attracting something else, she quickly shut her mouth, but it was too late, she felt something approaching her, so she instinctively backed away and fell.

The ground was flat, but when her vision was completely deprived of her vision, her sense of balance seemed to be gone.

Loria fumbled in her pocket, she had a weapon—a weapon against all evil, a triad of small white candles that she kept on her body because they gave her a sense of security.

The flint was so wet that she couldn't hit it, and she moved backwards in horror, the candle had been broken by her, but the fire never lit.

For a moment, she had a strange feeling, as if the girl who was terrified in the darkness was not her, and she swore that she had seen herself in the darkness even as if she had been out of her body...... This must be an illusion.

Just as the darkness that seemed to hold her throat was about to stop her breathing, the candle was finally lit.

A warm and holy light was born, bloomed, and grew from the silver-white flames until it illuminated a small circle around her.

She saw the darkness of the formed silk shoes twist and retreat, and now she finally understood that this was not the ordinary situation—how could there be darkness in this world as if it had life, and how could there be light that could only illuminate two or three steps at her feet?

Evil hovers and wanders beyond this small circle of light, waiting for the moment when she falls into darkness, and all she has in her hand is a half-severed sacred candle...... After a few minutes, her heartbeat finally eased, and although she still felt a cold tingling sensation in her back, she regained the ability to move, and she moved forward cautiously, and the darkness in front of her receded, but came up from behind.

The small circle of light was the only presence that sheltered her in the darkness, and she felt a little relieved, but worried that the candles would burn out, and she walked backwards along the path she had retreated to find the remaining two and a half candles, the gray ground with black speckled patches, but not the few candles that had been lost in the panic.

The candle was getting shorter and shorter, and she was getting more and more anxious, and she tried to pray to the Light, begging it to dispel the terrible darkness, but the Light did not respond to her, perhaps with her piety, the Light only wished her half a candle longer.

There was a burning sting on her fingertips, and there was only a little bit of the candle left, and the white flame swayed as if it was about to be extinguished at any moment, licking her fingers gently, and finally, she couldn't help the pain, and threw the candle to the ground.

The last bit of wax blocked the silver-white flame from burning the string, but it kept melting, the aperture was getting smaller, and in the face of the strange darkness that seemed to be like substance, this premature girl was finally on the verge of collapse, leaving behind all the disguises used to imitate adults.

She began to cry.

Well?

She felt a tingling in her chest, there was the only thing in the world that really belonged to her, something that had been with her from the beginning—a necklace with a small badge on it.

"What are you crying about?"

A childlike voice rang out.

Loria stopped crying, and involuntarily looked in the direction from which the sound came, and the darkness dissipated in that moment—no light came in, and there was an unspeakably filthy gray around it, and all the darkness was condensed together, and it writhed, and it was it that made sounds.

"What's your name?"

Loria didn't answer, she wiped away her tears, trying to hide her helplessness, and pretended to be calm and asked, "What are you...... Who? ”

"Me? I am you, I am your nightmare. The darkness churned and churned, moving towards Loria.

"Go away, monster!" Loria stepped back, not believing that she could have anything to do with the dark monster.

"Don't do that, you see, your friends are here." The darkness began to coalesce into strips, and it grew limbs, and there was an extra blood-dripping mask on its face—it wasn't a mask, it was Tim's face.

In Loria's past knowledge, the undead were the most dangerous and terrifying things, but the most terrifying things in reality that only existed in the stories of adults were wild dogs in the wilderness and some lone wolves that occasionally burst into the edge of town, and she had never seen real horror...... Desperately resisting the urge to scream, she turned her head and ran, but she hit a gray wall that suddenly rose, she covered her nose and looked for a way out, only to find herself surrounded by a high wall.

"I've been waiting for you too long, too long." The monster with Tim's face was still slowly approaching Loria, "You don't know how much effort I wasted to get you here, my little cutie, look, that full power that is almost impossible to hide, that omnipotent power, is hidden in your body." ”

Loria pounded the wall with her fists so hard that she even tried to climb up the wall, but the wall was as smooth as winter ice.

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed, and she turned her head to look and saw ...... in Aya's clothes The faceless thing was wrapping around her with her arms and body, and she screamed as she shook off the monster's entanglement, shrunk into a corner, and couldn't help but start retching.

The twisted darkness drew closer to her, and the dirty gray around her grew darker and deeper, and she cried out in despair: Help me.

There was another stabbing pain in her chest, which she didn't even notice at first, but soon, the sharp pain overwhelmed the fear, and she had to the necklace, which was still on the ground, and the necklace had burned red to the color of molten iron, which was particularly striking in a world made of only gray and black.

A dark green flame scurried out of the necklace and burned violently, the darkness around it seemed to fade, and the gray-black patches retreated, as if afraid of the flames.

There was a sharp sound in the flames, and then a knee-high creature, wrapped in a dark green flame, jumped to her feet.

"Miss, at your call, An Luo Xiante is here to serve you."