Serious version:
"I dreamed that he was dreaming in my dreams and dreaming of me."
He is a butterfly created by me. He stays on my fingertips and flutters his wings. But I will soon create a new butterfly. I gently brush it away, and what is left in the end is only a faint blue scale powder that disperses with a twist of two fingers.
I have dreamed of countless butterflies, and these countless butterflies are flying. Do they also dream of me when they are still? Are they a dream of mine, or am I a dream of theirs?
[The secondary plane "Transmission Gear" is collapsing...]
Between the virtual and the real, the old and the new, I saw blurry yet clear faces, prosperous yet declining cities, and worlds that were clearly flowing but stagnant and sad...
The human heart is the greatest strength. If this flower and each leaf arise because of me, then I should also do something else for it.
(The heroine, who is calm on the surface (INTP) but actually plays a lot on the inside (ENTP), and a small growing system that is mechanically cold at the beginning but will gradually come to life, help each other to repair the possible factors of plane collapse.)
Those who don't understand mbti can understand it as: INTP: a calm (indifferent) little robot. ENTP: A debater with jumping ideas, but a little devil when it comes to being mean?
The first aspect: Gears—a small robot dedicated to allowing the race to live a new glory.
Purpose: Not seeking perfection, but seeking a beginning and an end