She fell asleep slowly, but frowned. Every night, she was haunted by strange dreams, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, sinking and sinking. He always dies in different ways, and finally wakes up suddenly when he is about to die, wakes up dripping with sweat, and falls into that horrible dream again. More than once, she jumped from a building, fell in an elevator, was buried alive, and burned. She panicked. It was so close to death, and the touch was so real, as if I had really died. She began to be afraid of the night, but had to face the night. What was waiting for her this time? Hush, welcome to Dreams.