In the same dream, Yi Bai was walking in a dark corridor, with rusty metal doors on both sides. The door locks had long since disappeared, leaving only lonely lock holes. The surveillance camera flashed a strange red light in the darkness. At the end of the narrow corridor was a window that was firmly locked by a security net. The stingy starlight crawled lazily on the window sill, refusing to move even half a step into the corridor.
The mountain forest was dead silent, and suddenly a dark wind blew up. The metal door creaked and groaned, and the shadows of the trees danced strangely. The night fog gradually rose, and the shadows of the trees became more and more blurred in Yibai's eyes. In the end, only lines were left squirming and twisting.
When the wake-up bell rang, Yi Bai looked up from the half-finished draft paper last night. On the paper were lines of tree shadows that were exactly the same as the last scene in the dream.
Concept: Strange stories in the dormitory