I once thought that my world only consisted of this tall building, my kind and considerate sister Liz, and the man who always appeared in my mind but never appeared.
I seem to have forgotten everything that happened before. Others say I'm sick because I often think about things and do things that even myself find inexplicable, but Sister Liz says I'm just dreaming.
It wasn't until he appeared in front of me one day, and then people from all walks of life came on stage, that I realized that those days before were indeed just a dream.
And dreams will eventually wake up one day