When I woke up, I was in a gray semi-open space.
The clock said one o'clock in the afternoon, but it was late at night outside the window.
This is not Earth.
Everyone was laughing at me - "Are you from Earth?"
I don't have an answer.
All I know is that I have to remember. Must go back.
But I can't remember.
There are seven pillars in that space. There was a crack in the ground.
The dean said: "The sun is here."
She pointed to a fan-shaped, light gray light in the distance.
I don't know what that is.
But my lips remember a word.
I said: I will go back.
Intention: Next to those things that hurt you, love has always been standing there, but you just didn't see it before.