People who watch the drama can't help but go on the stage in the end to play an ordinary role, and this script written by it joins in and deeply understands the ups and downs.

This script is undoubtedly a success, there is no smooth sailing growth, everything is contradictory, from ancient times to the present day.

There are also countless reciprocating joys and sorrows, and there are almost inevitable similarities in several places in life that do not coincide.

It is also like this to follow the rules, and from time to time there are surprising experiences that bring the people who write the script...... Or rather, it gave the nameless great man a period of time.

Although the years have no meaning to it.

However, even when playing the role, he deleted the memory of his own body, and in the process of playing, there was still an awakening of divinity.

He played his part, but half his soul watched his performance from the audience.

He does not impose obstacles, although he knows what is right and what is wrong in this era, and allows the ignorant half of his soul to wander, whether right or wrong is the era, for him, he is just an anti-classic character in a classic scene.

When one of them makes a mistake and makes a fool of himself, the other self is smiling at himself and giving praise to the show.

It seems that even if this body dies, it is just a clear memory, starting the next round of performances for himself, and continuing to let himself have fun.

There is a man who hovers between the ethics of human beings, arguing his own right and wrong from the perspective of human beings, and feeling everything he has never experienced...... Guilt, achievement, self-examination in introspection.

The other self stood from the perspective of transcendence, loudly praising the times he had experienced, from lamenting the difficulties of people's livelihood to not being shocked to dying.

When he, as a human being, really comes into contact with another self, it is not the day when a major event happens...... If I had to say it, it could be regarded as the beginning of a continuous nightmare.

The first dream, he remembers waking up in a small room, this room floats in the void, there is a floor supporting the structure of the room, the bed is in the corner, this room has two walls, both next to the bed, except that the ceiling is missing a semicircular opening.

The other two have no substantial walls, but there is something that separates them from the outside, or at least they are colorless and transparent, so that the outside can be projected inside.

Rushing black water...... It's not water, but it's like it, it must be something similar to water, maybe it's not a liquid, it's more like an intangible thing, something insubstantial, as if it were the utopian imagination of human beings.

He didn't know where they were going, but the coldness that came from them, and the uninterrupted, suffocating sensation, made him shiver even when he woke up from his dream.

It was a summer dream during a long vacation.

At that time, it was foggy outside the window, the mountains in the distance were not clear, and there was still a lot of moisture in the air I breathed.

The dampness on his body and the weather outside made him think that all this was just a sudden cooling of the weather, and that this dream was just an accident.

But as it turned out, he was wrong.

This dream has been haunted for a long time, it is changing, but it is very coherent.

The second night, after falling asleep, was still the same small room, and on the wallless side, a ladder was set up on it, which stretched out to the middle of nowhere, and the gaze cast could only be lost in the infinite darkness of the void.

But at the end of the dark center, the moment he wanted to stare, he saw a pair of eyes staring at him.

There was no emotion in that gaze, as if it was examining an object, or thinking about how to draw conclusions about him.

Under his gaze, he was like the shadow of a shadow puppet show on stage.

A sense of despair hung over him, and he almost thought he was going to suffocate under this gaze.

Then he woke up.

Everything in the dream is still so clear, connected with two dreams, connected together, as if I was not in that room for a while, like running from one box to another.

It was the next day, and he played late, read a novel on his phone until four o'clock in the morning, and then fell asleep.

It's rare to have dreams after overwork, right?

Yet he returned to that familiar dream.

The difference is that in this dream, he is climbing on the top of the ladder, crawling in an unknown direction, and when he looks back, the house where he lived in two consecutive dreams is gone, maybe it is far away, the world does not know how long it has been, and he is going to climb there, he does not know.

All around was a void, pitch black and blue, like soaked water.

He had no end to it.

In his dreams for the next few days, he kept returning to the ladder, but in a different location.

He used to make marks on the ladder with his fingernails, but when the next day came, he found that he had changed his position, and the marks he had made with his fingernails had disappeared.

Then again, he tried to jump off a ladder.

What followed was a sense of loss.

I don't know how long it lasted - until he woke up.

The unreality in the dream did not stop for a short time until he returned to reality.

If it weren't for the fact that the bed was supported by the board under him, he almost thought he had finally hit rock bottom.

Staggering to his feet, he rubbed his head and thought he should see a psychiatrist, but before he could go, he had sent a talk that was only visible to him, describing the scene that would still be haunting after waking up for a while.

In the afternoon, the decision to see a psychiatrist was abruptly reversed, and it was like this until the end of the summer.

He reached the finish line.

An island floating in the air, a large tree grows in the center of the island, the branches and leaves completely cover the land where it is rooted, and the leaves hide the white glow of the fruit, each leaf is like an emerald, faintly shining in the light of the fruit.

The ground he was stepping on was not very hard, but rather fleshy, as if he was not stepping on a piece of loess, but a piece of freshly cut flesh, but as long as his foot was bruised, the sand that turned out could prove that the place he was stepping on was not on the body of a creature.

In the end, he met a pair of eyes, and that person was himself.

He could sense what the other person was trying to say to him, but the other person only took out three coins and threw them six times in front of him.

The first time I threw it, two coins with the words face up and the other emblem face up.

The result of the second throw is the same as the first.

The third result, two emblems are face up, and the other has the word side up.

The next three times had the same result as the third.

After the toss, when he remembered it and wanted to speak, he found that he had woken up from the dream, and the three coins were at the head of the bed.