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On the gray streets, weird green fire is beating, paper figures of different shapes are dancing, and thick black smoke is floating in the air... Under a mirror on the street, a sleeping man opened his eyes. --------------------

---- "The world of mortals comes and goes in a dream, but at the end of the dream it is empty. My heart is always watching a movie, but I am the one in the dream." This is a story about a person who controls dreams and struggles to survive (mysterious recovery fanfic, no system, not time travel).