I once thought it was just a dream - under the squeaking and rotating old fan in the classroom in the 1990s, I was a porcelain doll carefully protected by a rich man; in the damp and sultry heat of the Millennium low-rent house, I was a sick younger brother who was fully protected by a beast-like rough brother. It was only later that I realized that it was not a dream, but a life that he had actually lived, separated and overlapping.
Text third person
Concept: People can be changed
