Nelly's eyelids looked like they had been sewn together.

Completely unable to open their eyes.

She stretched out her hands, trying to caress her face.

But it was a no-brainer.

Nothing was found.

She tried to prop her eyelids outward, but to no avail, no matter how much effort she spent, she couldn't open them.

She could vaguely realize that she was sinking,

She struggled to reach out, trying in vain to grasp something.

But she did catch something.

Short and thick wooden handles.

Motawi's Axe.

The word came up.

She hadn't remembered the meaning of the word yet, but she knew what she was going to do.

She slashed the blade of her axe through where her eyes should have been.

The thread was cut.

Nelly opened her eyes.

It's still pitch black.

But now it was different, she could feel her body's presence, and her consciousness was much clearer than before.

But where is this? I remember being ......

By the way, we were attacked, and a green dragon appeared, and I rushed up to protect ......

'I've failed, am I dead?'

She held out her hand.

And there is no hindrance.

Then she took a tentative step forward.

Smooth landing.

She continued to grope her way forward, but how to figure out where she was now was the most important thing, and the rest could be put to rest.

If she guessed correctly, she should have survived;

But a hairy sensation crept up her back.

This feeling does not come from the presence of anything, but from the absence of anything.

The absolute dead silence creeped her out.

There is no sound, no light, no smell.

Not even the touch under your feet.

Even if humans don't pay attention, there is subtle sensory feedback in the space they usually live in.

Quiet places have subtle sounds that humans don't notice, dark places have faint light that humans can't use, and clean places have neglected smells.

Even if people don't pay attention, the sound of insects, the sound of flipping books, the smell of dirt and leaves filtered through layers, the contact between feet and the soles of shoes.

Even if you don't care about them, they are always there, and when they are, they don't cause you any problems.

But on the contrary, it's not the same if they're gone, even if they're not worth mentioning when they exist, but when they leave your world.

They take almost everything with them.

The irrational vertigo nearly destroyed Neli's head.

But she stood firm.

Nelly adapted to the situation, and even though it was a world where touch and balance bars were absent, she was able to stand up straight.

Yes, she couldn't even feel balance, she couldn't feel or see anything, but she was able to perceive the ground in a hyper-intuitive way, and tried to stand firm on it.

And move forward.

Like a tumbler, Nelly scrambled and almost fell a few times, but she still maintained an unstandard stance and walked forward with difficulty.

It was obviously not a normal reality, maybe some special dimension she didn't know about, or maybe it was just her own mind, but either way, it was very strange.

Blamed it on her instinctively.

But she could only keep moving forward in the same strange posture as this world, expecting a ray of light to appear.

She hit a wall.

Before she even had time to think, her hand lifted the axe, which didn't exist a moment ago, and split through the wall in front of her.

She fell in.

Although she reacted quickly and supported the ground with her hands with her sense of balance, the tip of her nose almost hit the dirt.

The scent of the earth is close at hand.

With a slight effort, she straightened up again.

In front of you is a leafy forest path.

This is the town of Dawn.

Where she grew up.

The axe quietly disappeared.

She walked down the path.

The sights on both sides of the road felt strange to her, but they were also familiar.

She could vaguely remember that this was the path she had taken in her childhood, but ......

But everything I went through, I left the town to go to high school, college, came to Wharton, and what I saw and heard on campus.

Gradually, they were erasing the old things that Nelly remembered.

Even if all this is crucial to her.

But time is still merciless for everything.

Wrong.

Time never takes anything away.

It was she who left them behind.

The reason her memories of the past were so unclear was because she hadn't come back to see it, hadn't she?

But it's not that she didn't cherish her childhood.

She's running away.

Since then, she has been deliberately avoiding where she grew up.

She was reluctant to recall anything related to him.

Nelly leaned down and stroked the yellow shoe prints.

It's familiar.

This is my father's boots.

He would wear it while hunting, and when he was a child, his father often took the family to hunt nearby, and although it was said to be hunting, his target was never a beast of prey, but an animal like a fawn.

When she went to high school in the city, her father would often call her home and go hunting together as a family, but at that time, she always wanted to study hard and often had fun with her classmates, and gradually felt that it was boring to go out hunting.

So she would find a lot of excuses to refuse her father.

My father believed it every time, and next time he would ask her if she wanted to go hunting together.

At that time, she was really naïve and always felt that there was a lot of time......

But even if it doesn't happen, I may still have a lot of time, but my father never has much time.

Suddenly, a shallower footprint burst into Nelly's line of sight.

Father is stalking his prey.

This type of paw she had ever seen.

It's a brain-eating shapeshifter.