He is like the cold mother in my memory, making me obsessed with chasing. The news of his death tore reality apart, and I fell off the rooftop. I thought I could escape from this failed dream, but I found that I could never escape.
Concept: A lonely boy who has been traumatized in reality practices his morbid obsession and connection with his neighbors through distorted dreams, blurring the boundaries between waking and dreaming, and also blurring the boundaries between yearning and encroachment.