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Everything is dead. This is the quietest night since the village was founded in Snail Lake. There is no noise, no hustle and bustle, no children crying, no pigs braying. The village dotted with stars is particularly peaceful, as peaceful as a still painting, so peaceful that even the dog fell asleep. People in their dreams are immersed in the sweetness and happiness of sleeping. It is in this state that dreams enter people's world; dreams are beautiful, happy, lustful, charming, like a little girl who loves to move. Just like a thirsty person gets a bottle of cold beer, a very tired person takes a hot spring bath, and a passionate lover embraces happiness; a dreamer cannot extricate himself from the dream and allows the dream to walk in the body and massage every organ. Is the dream a messenger from heaven? Or has the dream replaced the entire world, the entire universe? No one knows, because everything else ceases to exist, only dreams.