Sheep

There was a strange person who wrote these little stories for strange reasons, and most of them were inspired by dreams. In a dream that is similar to the real world, the sky is always dark, the vast fields of buckwheat flowers blooming for no reason, the way home can never be found, the dead eyes of the owl on the dead wood... Maybe, this is the real world. … … Basically a short story in one chapter, no specific protagonist … Purpose: redemption