The vague and familiar figure in the dream was shattered the moment I stretched out my hands to touch it, and disappeared into the darkness of the abyss together with the butterflies playing around the branches. Why are dreams always so warm and suffocating? They are lost before they can be had.
"I haven't even tasted what I had, and I just lost it over and over again. I want to have it once more, even if it's just for a short second." I cried helplessly, and the breeze with a slight earthy smell blew through the ends of my hair, wiping away the tears from the corners of my eyes.
It's obviously just a dream, why is it so real?
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"Bang, bang, bang" the sound of breaking glass came from the sky.
"Here we go again, here we go again, are you going to enter the next dream?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
