Hello, outsider. Before everything begins, please allow me to briefly introduce myself.
My name is Paper Bird, and I am a realm demon. Because I temporarily reside between illusion and reality, most outsiders call me the Dream Weaver.
Having said that, I have to explain the term "outsider".
If the world is regarded as a room, you are the residents in a certain room, and this room is in a closed building with countless similar rooms at the same time. Since there is no way to connect each room, the residents in other rooms in this building are outsiders to you.
To me, everyone in the room is an outsider.
Living between dreams and reality is probably like living in the walls of this building.
Although I could never enter the room, I knew exactly what was going on in the room.
There are also some special outsiders who are aware of my existence. Most of them are willing to make friends with me, and are willing to share some of their own experiences with me in exchange for stories that happened in other rooms that cannot be connected.
Most of what I recorded was their experience stated from a first-person perspective, which was polished by me. But there are also some stories that they either watched or heard, or even made up. There are also a few that are my meager efforts because I can't bear to let them disappear silently into this world.
Maybe one day, I will have the courage to write my own story.
Concept: Silent flowers also bloom sometimes