🌑the Endless Dream
I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself lying on the familiar bed in my room.
There was no more pain, no more darkness.
I wondered, "Where am I...? Could this just be a dream?"
Perhaps so. But what dream could be so real?
In that dream, I felt it all so clearly—the cold breeze, the bushes, the sound of cars, and the buzz of people.
Mixed in somewhere was a mournful cry... then a pain that pierced to the bone.
My head felt heavy and throbbing.
"I seemed to forget who I was... I only knew this was my room."
I sighed, stepped outside to pour myself a glass of cold water.
But after drinking it, my stomach suddenly churned—a sharp pain as if being torn apart.
The pain made my mind spin, my eyes went dark, and I could see nothing but a thick, black void.
My ears rang with hissing sounds, then someone's voice echoed:
"Hang in there... you're almost there..."
I passed out.
When I woke up, it was still the same bed.
Sweat poured out, my breathing was rapid.
"What the hell is going on here?" I muttered, trembling.
Ding dong!
The doorbell rang, breaking my train of thought.
"Strange... who could be coming at this hour?"
I trembled as I went to open the door.
Oh, it was my best friend. He smiled, said nothing, and just motioned for me to follow him.
I hesitated, but then followed him anyway.
The road we walked down was strange—I had never seen it before.
When we reached the end, a vast meadow opened up before my eyes,
a winding river, a sparkling starry sky—a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
"A dry person like you found a place like this? Hahaha, I thought you were the Sahara Desert!" — I laughed, patting my friend on the shoulder.
He just smiled gently, then pointed to the starry sky.
"You're my brother... Live well here." — his voice choked up, trembling.
I felt my eyes blur.
"You're acting strange today... I don't live here, are you joking with me?"
He didn't answer, just turned his back and walked away.
I wanted to chase after him, but my feet felt glued to the ground.
Then I collapsed... crying like a child.
Because I suddenly realized—
perhaps I was no longer a living being.
The wind blew across the meadow, the sound of birds mingling with the emptiness spreading in my heart.
I lay down on the grass, letting the wind blow through my hair.
"This place... isn't so bad. It's just a little lonely."
I sat up, looking around.
"Could this be heaven?... No way. Is there an escape from here?"
In the middle of the field, a clock tower suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
I was stunned.
The hands pointed to 11:59... then slowly moved to 12:00.
The pain hit me—more intense than ever.
The sound of bells, cries, and fire merged into one.
I screamed in despair...
And then—
I opened my eyes.
"Where am I...? What the hell is going on...?"
In front of me was a field covered in fog, with thousands of stars hanging above.
I squinted — and saw an old man lying cross-legged on an old chair that creaked.
I ran over, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't touch him.
"Who are you... and where is this?" — I asked.
The old man didn't answer, just hummed softly, laughing mockingly.
I tried to control myself, then said softly:
"If you're here... perhaps your circumstances are like mine, aren't they?"
The old man stopped singing.
A few tears glistened in his eyes.
He looked at me, his gaze piercing my mind.
"Then one day, you will realize —
you are me... and I am you.
This cycle... will soon end."
His voice trembled.
Then, from the white mist, he pulled out a staff.
"Take it.
You are the hope... of this Dream Realm."
After saying that, he laughed wildly.
A thick white smoke curled up—I coughed violently, then fainted.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a different land—
barren, withered, devastated like after a war, with not a single soul in sight.
I stood there, amidst the vast silence...
and realized that the real journey had only just begun.
Each chapter will be presented and expressed differently; please bear with me.