In a white room, the sound of the system is terrible.
The words on the wall are reminders.
The Lord God has opened up a space, but we have to go in and be damned [Dream Envoys]...
Later we realized that the world in space was [those people's unfinished nightmare].
There is a mirror in front of you, but it is not you in the mirror.
Qin Chuan looked at the depressed and decadent city in front of him... And a bouquet of withered flowers next to him: "Damn, who dreamed about this? Oh! Isn't this flower dead... Why is it still biting people? Damn it!"
Zhou Yan: ... I'm sorry, it's me.
....
Zhou Yan looked at the two clingy little girls in front of him with a sullen face and said, "I hate bad kids the most."
Qin Chuan: "Haha, my, my, my, sorry."
Zhou Yan: "What's yours, your child?"
Qin Chuan: "No! I didn't! It's a dream, and the dream is mine!"
Intention: Things that make you feel guilty are more likely to become the food for your nightmares