He didn't know what to call himself.
He has existed since He Ran's first dream. He watched the world in this dream change from simplicity to complexity and refinement. He watched the world He Ran created and felt his emotions.
Sometimes He Ran would play with him, and sometimes they would talk, sharing and conveying emotions to each other, although more often than not He Ran was talking and he was listening. Sometimes it would turn into an NPC in his dream. The irresistible force prevented him from even having a chance to call out He Ran.
But he was still content. After all, when he woke up, the dream would stop, and the world would stand still. He would be the only one traveling here, looking over He Ran's dreams over and over again, trying to guess what he encountered in the days when he woke up, and trying to understand him - in this still world.
So one day, he thought of a name, and when the world slowly came to life again, he stood in front of him.
"Can you... Call me He Zai?"
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The whole article is about talking in sleep without logic. It is updated from time to time. The reason for coding slowly is to make it as beautiful as possible. Please proceed with caution.
It's just a short article for practice, but it has been conceived for a long time. It will not be unfinished or give up halfway. The character has invested a lot of my feelings, so please don't attack the character or be gay. I enjoy reading the article harmoniously.
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