I worked overtime until two in the morning, and when I was the only one left in the entire office building, the translucent blue panel suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.
I almost lost my grip on the coffee cup.
Not a dream. I pinched my thigh and grimaced in pain, but the panel was still hanging there, motionless. A few lines of words were clearly written on it, and the fonts had an indescribable metallic texture, like the holographic projections in science fiction movies.
