Dream Within Dream

Memories are like an expired movie ticket, guarded in the palm of your hand, dreaming of a day when it will happen again, always waiting, always intoxicated... One day when I wake up from the dream, my heart is like a green apple, thinking that facing the sea, I will regain my lost functions. Dreaming of the blue ocean, the bright red heart, and the miserable white sails carrying everything, disappearing into the dark night... The green and ocher sea cliffs are connected to the blue sea, and the pleasant wind brings the singing seabirds to gather here. Under the blue sky, everything is quiet. The sea seems to be exhausted from the galloping, calming the inner instability, quietly spreading its boundless wings, the wind on the shore seems to have stopped suddenly, and the hands that were originally swaying on the cliff have now become silent, fearing something, reverencing something... He silently guarded the place closest to him, his eyes glowing like fire, red with hope? Or the blood red of despair? A person's world is a bit desolate, 250rz. Com A person's beach has... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.