#Urbanlore#
At midnight, there are dream hunters wandering around the city.
If you drop old objects in the pool in front of the mirror before 0 o'clock, and immerse yourself in the water while recalling your most painful and regretful past events, you can attract the dream hunters.
They take you into memories, to the legendary place where dreams gather.
Then, you may get the best and most precious changes.
…
This is a long dream, vague and unreal.
Fortunately, I woke up from that thick fog and came to this new world.
Someone said to him: "We are the same kind of people - remember, we are dream interpreters."
Dreams are mysterious, they are the condensation of obsessions in people's hearts, covering up the fears deep in people's hearts.
People with obsessions will sink into dreams, immersed in the gaps of time, and come to the place where dreams sink, unable to escape, becoming one dream core after another that is difficult to solve.
In a world composed of countless dreams, dream interpreters travel, gather, and separate, face danger, face fear, and build the only habitat in this desolate and illusory world - the Nightmare Land.
No one knows where the dream interpreters come from, no one remembers where they came from, and no one knows their return journey.
There are only dreams one after another, reflecting the situation of life and death in dream interpretation.
## - The haze of the past shrouded people's hearts, and the gurgling riverside was accompanied by the whine of the creaking stone mill, which reflected Grandma Chen's cloudy eyes.
# Orphan resentment# - The seaside town in the warm summer is a place where happiness gathers, but the helpless weeping hidden under the laughter always sounds in the middle of the night. Who is wailing here?
## - This is an invisible ocean. People are born here, struggling hard and unwilling to indulge, but they can only move towards this destined ending.
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The fragments of old events fall over time and disperse into dreams, turning into smoke and clouds of everyone's past. However, as the eyes of witnesses gradually gather together, they will eventually reappear in the past.
Here, they met many people and changed many things. The curtain fell and people finally found their way back.
Perhaps, the lonely clover will finally have his own journey.
Intention: Maybe, there will be someone waiting for you silently somewhere in the future
