In the afternoon, Lime woke up, set up a small table on the balcony, ordered cookies, and small snacks. Garfield lies on the lap of a lime.

"This is life, nothing to worry about..."

Garfield gestured with his paw raised.

Lime pinched her soft paws, "Born for laziness!" ”

"Laziness is everything..."

"Hahaha," Lime laughed and leaned back on the chaise longue, "the world has nothing to do with me..."

……

At sunset, the orange light shows the most beautiful farewell ceremony of the day, and the lime lies sleepily and just lies there, watching the night squeeze out the last rays of sunshine.

"Garfield, do you like the evening?"

"I love the afternoon, the afternoon in the shade of the scorching sun..."

"Well, I like it too... The shade in the heat is the happiest..."

The night is quiet, and time flows freely.

Lime moved tiredly, "Garfield, I'll give you the story..."

"Tell me..."

"Once upon a time, there was a group of human beings living on a remote island, who were smart and hardworking, and who saw 'turning imagination into reality' the meaning of life. They are full of energy to create a bizarre world, the island is more and more filled, but the space for imagination is squeezed smaller and smaller. They begin to feel anxious about the exhaustion of their imagination. The new imagination has thus become a scarce resource, and they engage in all kinds of brutal struggles for ownership of the imagination. They call the direction of their imagination the future, trying to kidnap everyone to believe in their fantasies..."

"Everyone believes in fantasy, but there are a few who are sober. And then those few people became heroes to save the world, and that's how all the boring stories were written..."Garfield said lazily.

"Hahaha... Ha... No, no, no, everyone in this story only believes in the fantasy they believe in, and the world they live in is divided into several pieces. All think they are sober..."

"So no one is actually awake,... You don't tell a story. ”

"Hey! Add... Phenanthrene! ”

"Let me tell you how this story should be told." Once upon a time there was a beautiful island inhabited by intelligent and industrious inhabitants. Adept at turning imagination into reality, the island is built in a bizarre way, and most people work hard to create the best illusions. But a small number of people, because they couldn't make it with their efforts, gave up on their own initiative..."Garfield rolled over, "They hid in the corner, looked at the beautiful island, and thought that those busy people were stupid..."

Garfield changed positions and continued to nest.

Lime blinked continuously, "Most people are indulged in creating so-called illusions, there should be some people resting!" ”

"Well, it's like me at this point—" Garfield raised his paws.

"Hmph... You're so heavy! Lime shoved Garfield off his lap and into the bedroom, where Garfield rolled on the floor.

"Shall we go out, I've been watching the inexplicable sky in the house all day..."

"Well... Tomorrow I will take you to a special little shop to meet new people. ”

"I don't like strangers coming over and touching me out of the blue, trying to make me make cute faces, ah... I'll play dead the whole time! Garfield fell straight to the ground.

"Hahahaha... It's your kind about to leave this world, and we're squeezing into its last memories..."

"Is it sick?"

"No, its owner has a predetermined time to leave with it, and there are always some people who like the feeling of having everything under control!"

"Maybe it's not what you think...", Garfield jumped suddenly.

"What...?"

A text message pops up for the Lime Bracelet, "Come save me..."

……