Jeonne woke up, tears on his face. He didn't know why, but a heavy sadness weighed on him. Every morning felt the same—waking up dizzy and confused, like something important was slipping away. He always had the feeling that he was forgetting something, but no memory from his dreams ever stayed with him.
Jeonne sat up, rubbing his eyes. "That's it. Something's wrong with me."
He grabbed his phone and started searching for sleep problems. He typed in, "Waking up every day feeling like I forgot something important." His search brought up words like lucid dreaming, sleep paralysis, and other sleep issues.
First, he read about "sleep paralysis", where people can't move when they wake up and often feel scared or trapped. That didn't match how he felt. Then he looked into "lucid dreaming", where people know they're dreaming and can control it. But that didn't explain the feeling of forgetting something important.
Finally, he found something called "hypnagogic amnesia", which happens when people forget things during the moments between sleeping and waking up. This seemed close, but it didn't fully explain his dizziness or the sadness he felt.
Even after searching for a while, Jeonne didn't find any clear answers. Frustrated, he tossed his phone aside and sighed.
[TRIVIA]:
"Sleep paralysis" is when a person can't move or speak when they wake up, often feeling scared or stuck.
"Lucid dreaming" is when you know you're dreaming and can sometimes control the dream.
"Hypnagogic amnesia" is when you forget things that happen as you're falling asleep or waking up.
Jeonne 's frustration grew as he found nothing that explained his strange feelings. He then prepares to go out and visit his dying mother in the hospital.
[HOSPITAL]
Jeonne walked through the hospital corridor, holding a single flower. He was on his way to visit his mother. As he turned a corner, a janitor accidentally bumped into him, sending them both tumbling to the ground.
"I'm so sorry!" the janitor said, quickly helping Jeonne gather his belongings.
Among them was a small diary Jeonne had been carrying. It fell open on the floor. As the janitor picked it up, he caught a glimpse of the writing on the page:
"Every time I wake up, I feel this dizziness that eventually fades. And then I always feel like I'm forgetting something very important. I'm dying to know what happened in my dream."
The janitor handed the diary back, giving Jeonne a curious look, but said nothing.
Janitor: "Is that flower for a family member?"
Jeonne nodded. "Yes, it's for my mother."
Janitor: "Do you mind if I ask about her?"
Jeonne hesitated for a moment, then replied, "No, not at all. She has... cancer."
The janitor's face softened. "I'm really sorry to hear that. I had a daughter... she had the same disease."
Jeonne 's eyes dropped for a second, feeling the weight of the conversation. "I'm sorry to hear that. She must have been happy to have a father like you."
The janitor gave a sad smile. "Yeah, I hope so. She's probably happy somewhere now. Just make sure you take care of your mother."
They shared a brief, quiet moment of understanding. Without needing to say more, they exchanged a hug of appreciation, then parted ways....
Jeonne sat by his mother's bedside, gently placing the flower in a vase. He smiled warmly as they talked, trying to keep the conversation light, despite the heaviness he felt inside.
Outside the room, the janitor lingered near the hallway window, watching them through the glass. His eyes were fixed on Jeonne , studying him with an odd intensity. He remained there, unnoticed, his gaze unwavering as Jeonne continued talking to his mother.
Jeonne sits by his mother's bedside, holding her fragile hand. The room is quiet, except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor.
Mother: (weakly, but smiling) "Look at you... my little boy, all grown up. You've become such a strong, kind man."
Jeonne: "Mom, don't... You're going to be okay. We'll get through this."
His mother shakes her head slowly, her breathing labored.
Mother: "No, Jeonne ... I won't have much time left. You know that." (Jeonne 's grip tightens around her hand, his eyes welling up with tears) "But I'm so proud of you. Proud of the man you've become."
Jeonne can barely hold back his tears, but he keeps quiet, listening.
Mother: "There's something I need to tell you... before I go."
"In life, it's not about power or strength... it's how you treat others. That's what people will remember. Don't ever look down on the weak, Jeonne . Stand up for them. Be there for them... always."
Jeonne nods, fighting back the tears.
Mother: "And your brother... I know you two are different, but... you need to forgive him. He's lost, but he's still your brother. Don't let anger harden your heart."
Jeonne: (shaking his head, voice trembling) "Mom, please... don't talk like this. I can't—"
Mother: (barely whispering) "You must, Jeonne . Promise me... you'll be the better man... for both of you."
Jeonne 's tears spill over as he holds her hand to his chest.
Jeonne: "I promise, Mom. I promise."
Suddenly, the steady beeping of the heart monitor turns into a long, continuous beep.
Jeonne: (panicking) "Mom? Mom, please... no... no!"
His mother's hand falls limp. The room fills with the haunting sound of the monitor's flatline. Jeonne stares at her, frozen in disbelief.
Jeonne: (whispering, broken) "Mom..."
He breaks down, burying his face in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably, unable to stop the flood of grief. He was there, but all he could do was watch her slip away....
Jeonne sits in the corridor with the janitor by his side. His face is pale, eyes red and swollen from crying. He's silent now, staring blankly ahead.
The door to his mother's room opens, and the nurses step out. One of them walks over to Jeonne , her face filled with sympathy.
Nurse: "I'm so sorry... She's gone. Your mother has officially passed."
Jeonne doesn't respond. He just nods, as if he's too numb to feel anything more. The nurse quietly steps away, leaving him to process the loss.
The janitor sits next to Jeonne , glancing at him. He opens his mouth, about to speak, but then stops. He realizes there's nothing he can say to ease the pain Jeonne is feeling. Instead, he remains silent, offering quiet support just by being there.
Jeonne 's body feels heavy, his heart hollow. The silence between them is thick, but somehow comforting. The janitor doesn't try to offer meaningless words—he simply stays with Jeonne in his grief.
For a moment, that's all Jeonne needs: someone to sit with him, wordlessly sharing the weight of his loss.
Jeonne sits in silence, staring at the floor, while the janitor takes a deep breath, searching for the right words.
Janitor: (gently) "You know, I lost my daughter a few years back. It was... the hardest thing I've ever gone through."
Jeonne looks up, his eyes filled with pain and curiosity.
Janitor: "I remember feeling like I'd never smile again. The world just felt so empty. But over time, I learned something important."
Jeonne remains quiet, listening intently.
Janitor: "Grief... it's a strange thing. It can feel all-consuming, but it's also a reminder of the love we shared. Your mother loved you deeply, and she wouldn't want you to carry this pain forever."
Jeonne wipes his eyes, the weight of the janitor's words sinking in.
Janitor: "It's okay to feel lost right now. You don't have to pretend to be strong. But remember, honoring her memory means living your life fully. She'll always be a part of you."
Jeonne nods slowly, absorbing the janitor's wisdom.
Janitor: "Every time you help someone, or stand up for the weak like she wanted, you're keeping her spirit alive. Don't let your grief turn into bitterness. Use it to inspire you to be a better person."
Jeonne takes a deep breath, feeling a flicker of hope amidst his sorrow.
Janitor: "Just take it one day at a time. It won't be easy, but I promise, it gets a little lighter. And I'm here for you, whenever you need someone to talk to."
Jeonne manages a small, grateful smile, finding comfort in the janitor's understanding presence.
Janitor: "I'm Jaime by the way."
Jeonne: " I am Jeonne ."
The janitor shifts slightly, breaking the heavy silence between them.
Jaime: "By the way, I'm sorry to bring this up, but I noticed something in your diary earlier. What do you mean by feeling like you're forgetting something very important when you wake up?"
Jeonne looks away, hesitating before responding.
Jeonne: "Oh, it's nothing. I'm just being ridiculous."
Jaime: "No, no. I don't think so. I believe you. I've experienced something similar."
Jeonne raises an eyebrow, intrigued.
Jeonne: "Wait, what do you mean?"
Jaime: "Sometimes when I wake up, I'm sweating or gasping for breath. It feels like I was in a nightmare, but I can't remember anything about it. I've searched online, but nothing seems to match what I feel."
Jeonne leans forward, genuinely interested now.
Jeonne: "Are you serious right now? You've felt the same way?"
Jaime: "Yeah, it's strange, isn't it? Like there's something just out of reach, nagging at you, but you can't quite grasp it."
Jeonne nods, feeling a connection with the janitor.
Jeonne: "I thought I was losing my mind. Maybe it's not just me after all."
Jaime smiles slightly, sharing the understanding that comes from experiencing something similar.
Jaime looks over his shoulder, suddenly alarmed.
Jaime: "Oh shit, there goes my supervisor. I gotta work now. Let's talk about this later."
Jeonne nods, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Jeonne: "Yeah, hey, what's your number? I'd like to keep in touch."
The janitor quickly replies as he glances back at his supervisor, who is approaching.
Jaime: "Here, give me your phone."
As Jeonne hands over his phone, the janitor reaches for it. Their hands touch briefly, and in that instant, a small spark ignites between them—a flicker of energy that only they can perceive. They both freeze, eyes wide with surprise.
For a moment, they share a profound silence, recalling fragments of dreams they can't fully grasp. The connection feels deeper than just a chance encounter.
Jaime: (whispering) "Did you feel that?"
Jeonne: (stunned) "Yeah... what just happened?"
For a moment, they share a profound silence, recalling fragments of dreams they can't fully grasp. The connection feels deeper than just a chance encounter.
Jaime: "It's like... something significant just happened."
They exchange a knowing look, sensing a shared experience beyond their words...
Jeonne: "What were those memories? They're not mine. Who's Kana? Aight, let's stop those thoughts for now. I feel so tired. Maybe I'll just sleep this off. Yes, I'll do that...."
The dim light of the room casts shadows as Jeonne rummages through a box. He pulls out a small camera, determination written across his face.
He sets the camera up on a shelf, pointing it directly at his bed. He adjusts the angle carefully, ensuring it captures every angle of where he sleeps.
Jeonne: (muttering to himself) "This has to work. I need to know what's going on."
He plugs the camera into the wall and checks the screen to ensure it's recording.
As he stands back, he gazes at the bed, his heart racing. The thoughts of the strange feelings he's had upon waking swirl in his mind—dizziness, that nagging sensation of forgetting something important. He's determined to get to the bottom of it.
Jeonne glances at his phone, checking the time. He realizes it's getting late and that he should prepare for bed.
Jeonne: (sighing) "Alright, let's see what secrets the night holds."
He turns off the lights, plunging the room into darkness, save for the faint glow of the camera's recording light.
As he lies in bed, he closes his eyes, the weight of uncertainty heavy on his mind.
The camera silently watches over him, capturing every moment of the night as Jeonne drifts off into sleep, unaware of the mysteries that await him...
Kana Heideson [Narrating]:
"In this world filled with abilities that manifests unknowingly, monsters that appear from dungeons, discrimination and chaos, and unexplainable mysteries, there exists the World Dreamers... people blessed with the power to transcend realms, slipping into another world the moment they fall into slumber. But when they wake, they return to the original world, with no memory of what took place. Some believe they are chosen for a higher purpose, perhaps to save this world. But from what, or whom? No one truly knows..."
The memory of grief started to flood into Jeonne s' mind. He wakes up in a camp in a valley, with tears shed due to the loss of his two loved ones, Kana Heideson and his mother. Being barely able to process and face the pain, he just stood and gazed at the horizon.
[Dramatic Hymn]
The breeze touched his skin, giving him a sense of relief. His state was as fragile as a cup overloaded with water, one gentle push will cause his cup to spill over. And then, he remembers his mother's lullaby when he was a kid.
Jeonne reminisces a memory with his mother; Jeonne heard a beautiful hymn which woke him him up. He stood as he followed the voice which was her mother. The beautiful melody made young Jeonne asks his mother looking through in a laptop, "What are you singing mom?"
Mother: "Oh. It's just a hymn I learned from your grandmother. Whenver I sing this, it helps me focus and finishes my task."
Jeonne: "I like it. I should start singig it too so it helps you focus more."
His mother smiles, and she says, "Come here."
Young Jeonne hugs his mother....
[Present]
Vria arrives.
Vria stood silently beside Jeonne , gazing over the peaceful valley below.
Vria: "What a beautiful place, isn't it?"
Jeonne: "Yeah."
Vria: "I'm sure Kana is in a place like this now.."
A gentle breeze swept across the valley, carrying with it the soft whispers of nature, as if the heavens were quietly assuring them that Kana was at peace. The weight of grief pressed down as they both gazed upon the tranquil landscape.
After a long pause, Vria broke the silence.
Vria: "My dream has always been to wake up knowing that the people I saved can witness what I wanted to see. This place, this field, the beauty surrounding us... it's everything I want to protect. But I couldn't have come this far without Kana."
The stillness of the valley seemed to soothe them, the natural harmony easing the ache of loss. As the silence lingered, Jeonne spoke, his voice quieter, filled with resolve.
Jeonne: "When my mother died, she told me... never to look down on the weak. To stand with them, lift them up."
He glanced at Vria, a flicker of determination crossing his face.
Jeonne: "I think... I want to help you achieve that dream. Help people. Protect them. I'll do whatever I can."
Vria: "Interesting. Do you promise to do that?"
Jeonne: "Yeah. They believed that I would do the right thing, and I will."
Vria held out his fist, and Jeonne met it with his own. The weight of the moment solidified their bond, the greatest promise made in silence...
As their fists met in a quiet promise, the moment was interrupted by a soft voice from behind.
Rika: "Uhh, sir? You're needed in the tent."
Vria turned, mildly surprised.
Vria: "Oh, Rika. How long have you been standing there?"
Rika: "Just a few seconds."
Vria nodded, then turned to Jeonne .
Vria: "If you need anything, just come down. Lord Dunebarren is waiting there."
Jeonne: "Alright."
With that, Vria and Rika descended from the high ground, leaving Jeonne to the serene view of the valley below...
Jeonne activates his system.
"Jeonne Gaesin"
"ፈᏂᏗᎷᎮᎥᎧᏁ ᎧᎦ ᏒᏗᎮᏂᏗᏋᏝ"
Lv.14
HP: 150/150
Sigil: Hollowthorn
Skills:
Divine Sense (?)
-EPISODE END-