"...the Dusk opposite to reality?"
Russell repeated.
He frowned tightly, "But such a description is still too abstract... Is it the kind of existence that cannot be specifically described or recognized?"
"Indeed, there is such a Dusk, but 'Illusion Dream' is not that type."
Saran shook her head.
She stared at her empty beer glass, a faint trace of fatigue showing on her face.
Russell sensed emotions of "nostalgia" and "sadness" resonating in her heart, so he did not interrupt Saran's reminiscence.
After a while, Saran spoke softly, "Once, we had a civilization we took pride in.
"Because in the development of civilization, we gradually acquired divine rationality, surpassing our own animality.
