Red Wooden Ball

The story originated from a dream many years ago. The scenery in the dream was fantastic and beautiful, and the characters in the dream were otherworldly. But since it is a dream, it is inevitable to be blurry and blurry. Fortunately, there are some profound and coherent fragments in the dream, which will not make the whole dream become nonsense when it is told. It is really hard for me to forget this dream, so I can only tell the story because it lays out the story. A red wooden ball connects the life and death of a world. How will life survive here and how will it be freed? What I said above and my state of mind after waking up from the dream are listed separately in the preface.