It was an unclear dream.
I stood in a place that was almost connected to the sky, surrounded by nothingness, and a strong wind rushed up from somewhere, blowing everything there crazily.
----Every time you stand there, I have the illusion that you will disappear in the next second.
Someone said this and held my hand tightly.
The heat in his palm spread from the place where we touched, and I instantly turned into a handful of fine sand, pulling out countless strands of sand, spinning and flying in the wind.