Scene 1
The village was quiet in a way that did not feel peaceful.
A restless wind wandered through the narrow dirt paths like a lost traveler, brushing against crooked wooden fences and the walls of aging houses. The wind was not strong enough to become a storm, yet it refused to settle. It moved in uneven breaths, sometimes calm, sometimes sharp, carrying with it the dry scent of dust and old wood.
Tall trees surrounded the village like silent watchers. Their branches swayed slowly, but the leaves trembled as if something unseen disturbed them. Some leaves tore away from their branches and drifted through the air, spinning helplessly before falling onto the cracked earth below.
Nothing here seemed orderly.
The houses were scattered without pattern—some leaning slightly to one side, others built from mismatched planks and fading paint. No fences lined up properly. No road followed a straight direction. It was a village that had grown without rules, without design, almost as if it had simply appeared over time.
And yet, despite the quiet, something felt wrong.
The silence was heavy. Not peaceful—heavy. Like the air itself was holding its breath.
At the far edge of the village stood a small house. It was old, its wooden walls pale and worn by years of wind and rain. The roof sagged slightly in the middle, and one of the windows rattled softly whenever the wind passed through.
Inside the house, there were no sounds of conversation, no footsteps, no life.
Only silence.
A silence so deep it almost felt like someone—or something—was waiting.
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Scene 2
Inside the quiet house lived a boy named Kyro Lensen.
He was seventeen years old.
Kyro lay on a narrow bed in a dim room where the curtains barely allowed the outside light to enter. Faded sunlight slipped through a thin crack in the cloth, casting a pale stripe across the floor and reaching the edge of the bed.
But Kyro did not move.
His body rested against the mattress as if he had been there for a long time. The blanket had tangled around his legs, and his black hair fell messily across his forehead. Even in the dim light, faint shadows gathered around his closed eyes—eyes that, when open, revealed a deep dark blue color, cold and distant like the surface of a quiet ocean at night.
His breathing was slow, uneven—sometimes shallow, sometimes heavy.
Anyone who saw him might think he was simply sleeping.
But this was not normal sleep.
His fingers twitched slightly.
A faint tension rested in his face, as if he were trapped inside a dream he could not escape.
His lips parted weakly, and a quiet voice slipped out, fragile and exhausted.
"Why…?"
The word was barely more than a breath.
His eyebrows tightened as if something deep within him was struggling.
"Why…?"
The wind outside pressed gently against the window, making it rattle again.
Kyro's chest rose sharply.
"I can't… escape…"
His voice sounded drained, like someone speaking after fighting a long battle no one else could see.
"…that sickness…"
His hand shifted slightly on the bed sheets, gripping the fabric weakly as though he were trying to hold onto something in the darkness surrounding his mind.
"…Why am I… so deep… in sleep…?"
The room answered with silence.
Outside, another leaf tore away from its branch and drifted slowly to the ground.
Inside the house, the boy remained trapped in a sleep that felt far deeper than rest.
A sleep that did not heal.
A sleep that slowly consumed him.
And somewhere beyond the quiet village… beyond the restless wind… something unseen had already begun to open its gate.
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Scene 3
Darkness.
Endless darkness stretched in every direction.
Kyro stood still, his breathing quick and uneven. The air around him felt strangely cold, and the ground beneath his feet seemed solid yet unfamiliar. There were no houses, no trees, no sky—only shadows fading into deeper shadows.
Kyro slowly turned his head, confusion spreading across his face.
"Wait… where am I?"
His voice echoed faintly, disappearing into the darkness.
"Why does this place look so similar to my dream world…?"
He looked around again. The emptiness felt hauntingly familiar, like a place he had visited many times before but could never fully remember.
"Everything is… dark…"
A sudden sound interrupted his thoughts.
Footsteps.
Slow. Heavy. Approaching from somewhere behind him.
Kyro turned sharply.
Out of the darkness, the silhouette of a tall man appeared. His figure slowly became clearer as he walked closer. The man was tall and calm, his presence strangely unsettling.
When he finally stopped in front of Kyro, his face remained partly hidden by the shadows.
"Hey, boy," the man said in a low, steady voice.
"What are you doing here?"
Kyro's eyes widened slightly.
"What do you mean?" Kyro replied nervously.
The tall man looked at him silently for a moment before speaking again.
"This is not the real world where you live."
Kyro's chest tightened.
He clenched his fists and spoke with a desperate voice.
"Please…! Get me out of here!"
His voice trembled as panic rose inside him.
"I want to escape from this sickness!"
The tall man slowly raised his hand and placed it gently on Kyro's shoulder.
His expression carried a strange sadness.
"Sorry, boy…"
He paused.
"I can't."
Before Kyro could react, another sound suddenly broke through the darkness.
A voice.
Familiar.
Urgent.
"Kyro! Kyro! Wake up!"
The voice echoed again, louder this time.
"Kyro! Wake up!"
The darkness began to blur.
The tall man slowly faded away.
And the world around Kyro shattered like broken glass.
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Kyro's eyes suddenly opened.
He gasped and quickly sat up in his bed, his heart pounding hard in his chest.
The dim room slowly returned to focus.
Standing beside him was his mother, gently shaking his shoulder.
"Kyro, wake up," she said softly.
Kyro looked around, still breathing heavily.
"Oh… Mom…"
He wiped his face and let out a nervous sigh.
"I was literally scared."
His mother frowned slightly and pointed toward the wall.
"Look at the clock," she said.
Kyro turned his head.
The clock read 4:00 PM.
"You slept at 10:00 PM yesterday," she added. "You've been sleeping almost the entire day."
Kyro stared silently at the clock.
Something about that dream… felt too real.
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Scene 4
The afternoon sun hung quietly above the village.
Kyro slowly walked along a narrow path that led to a small park near the edge of town. The wind had calmed, but the air still carried a strange heaviness.
The park was nearly empty.
A few dry leaves rested on the ground, and an old bench stood beneath a tall tree whose branches stretched wide across the sky.
Kyro walked toward the bench and sat down slowly.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
His face looked tired.
Not just tired.
Depressed.
His dark blue eyes stared blankly at the ground.
"Huh…"
A quiet sigh escaped his lips.
"Why am I so different from everyone else?"
Children's laughter could be heard somewhere in the distance, but it felt far away from him.
"That sickness…" he whispered.
"It's the main problem in my life."
He rubbed his face slowly.
"Why can't I just live normally?"
The wind moved gently through the tree above him, and a single leaf drifted down beside the bench.
Kyro didn't even notice.
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Scene 5
Night slowly settled over the town.
The clock now read 8:00 PM.
The streets were much busier than before.
Cars moved along the road with bright headlights cutting through the darkness. Motorbikes rushed past with loud engines, and buses stopped occasionally to pick up passengers waiting along the sidewalk.
Streetlights illuminated the pavement in soft yellow circles.
A businessman walked along the footpath carrying a leather briefcase. His name was Carl, a man in his mid-thirties who had just finished a long day of work.
He adjusted his coat slightly as he passed by the park.
But something caught his attention.
A figure on the bench.
Carl slowed his steps.
There, beneath the tall tree, a boy was lying on the bench… completely still.
Carl walked closer.
The boy was sleeping.
Deeply sleeping.
Carl frowned slightly.
"Hey, boy," he said, nudging the bench lightly.
No response.
Carl leaned closer and gently shook the boy's shoulder.
"Hey, boy! Wake up!"
Suddenly Kyro's eyes opened.
He quickly sat up, confused and disoriented.
"Where am I…?" Kyro muttered.
Then he looked at the man standing in front of him.
"And… who are you?"
The man gave a small smile.
"My name is Carl," he said calmly. "I'm a businessman."
Kyro blinked a few times, trying to wake himself fully.
"Oh…"
Carl looked at him curiously.
"Why did you fall asleep here?"
Kyro sighed tiredly.
"Huh… it's a sickness," he said quietly.
Carl raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Whoa… that sounds like a very rare sickness."
Kyro nodded slowly.
"Yeah…"
Carl remained silent for a moment, thinking. Then his face suddenly brightened.
"But I know a doctor who might be able to help you escape from that sickness."
Kyro looked up immediately, shocked.
"What!? Really?" he said quickly. "But where can I find him?"
Carl reached into his coat pocket and took out a small card.
He handed it to Kyro.
"Here," Carl said. "This is my phone number. If you need any help, call me."
Kyro took the card and looked at it.
"Okay… thanks," he said.
Then he quickly asked again,
"But where can I find the doctor?"
Carl didn't answer.
Instead, he simply turned around and began walking away along the dim park path.
Kyro watched him disappear into the darkness.
The card remained in his hand.
And suddenly, the night felt even more mysterious than before.