Gradually, strange events occurred everywhere. Whirlpools appeared in bathtubs, wash basins and even tea cups, dragging a person away and then disappearing. This world exists in the blink of an eye. The passage connecting the two worlds is a dream, or a fleeting thought during the day. The hand stretched out in the mirror... The sky is filled with dark clouds... The reason why I am the only one awake here is because I don't care, because I no longer believe in human emotions.
As a child I wanted to save the planet, and later I got used to comforting others. When the day comes when the two worlds overlap, if we could, would we still make the same choice?
Concept: What happens in the real world also affects the dream world. In fact, it is ourselves who trap us. How can we retain kindness, get out of nightmares, and make peace with ourselves?