A short-term victory brings a long vacation, and analysts should be able to unburden themselves and enjoy peace and quiet. However, a lingering nightmare dragged his "reward" deeper into the mire.
Starting from the second night of the holiday, the exact same scene invaded his sleep with precision: The red sky hung low, like a solidified blood scab, coldly covering a strange land - it looked like the well-known [Snow Island] in Ancasia's game, but the details were all strange and strange. The only thing that remains unchanged is the snow-capped mountains standing abruptly.
At the top of the peak, a slender figure was clearly visible. Sick and mysterious purple crystals spread on the girl's arms, like cold scars. Her weak voice penetrated the dead silence, and her calls for help went straight to the bottom of her heart: "Analyst... Save me..." Those calls were mixed with unspeakable pain and despair.
Drawn by this despair, the analyst climbs futilely through nightmares every night. Every time, when I exhausted all my strength to reach the top of the mountain, the girl turned into blood mist and disappeared into the sky.
Real-life holidays are filled with fear. What is this recurring, precise nightmare? Where do purple crystals come from? Why is the familiar map replaced by an unfamiliar snow mountain? Who is that girl? More importantly - why is it him? This vacation, which started out as a relaxing vacation, is getting closer and closer, dragging him into an unpredictable whirlpool...
First time writing a novel(｀ω´)✎