When the wind chime behind the door swayed at the third stroke of midnight, Lin Qiushi knew that another grand hallucination was about to begin.
There are shadow puppet plays that will never end, and the Concubine in the play always looks back before committing suicide; there is endless dyeing of carmine, and in the deep alleys of the dyehouse, the red silk floats into the sunset that never fades; there are twelve doors, each of which hides obsessions soaked by time, as beautiful as sugar soaked in water, so sweet that it turns bitter.
Ruan Nanzhu stood in the shadow of the first door, stretched out his hand towards him, with half a piece of melted candy lying on his palm: "Come in? The dreams here will be dead if you wake up."
And what they have to do is to find the secret word hidden in the candy wrapper to pass the level before their dreams are shattered - and hold the hands of the people around them to prevent each other from becoming someone else's obsession in the illusion.
