Fantasy: the Dream Is a Dry City

I opened my eyes, feeling lost. I didn't know what I remembered or what I forgot. I didn't know where I was. I lost all sense of reality. I didn't know what I should catch. What exactly is it that you want? Fantasy tells you the answer. When I wake up from the dream, my soul returns. The laughter, laughter and pessimism are still real, but what is forgotten are the people and things that once captured all our senses and emotions in the illusion. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.