Have you ever looked forward to dawn so fiercely?
There were no stars at all in the darkness. You wiped your eyes hard and dilated your pupils desperately.
There is nothing around, all the light has escaped, and there is a void under your feet. You stretch out your hands to grab everything, desperately breathing the increasingly thin air.
You can begin to feel the shadow of death getting thicker and thicker, like ink that cannot be dispersed.
When you wake up and find that this is a dream, but the surroundings are still dark, you hold on to the corner of the quilt tightly.
Afraid, always afraid.
Because there is no difference from the dream.
Mu Tongan, why is it not dawn yet?