In the Dream, I Act as a System for Myself

When sleep becomes breathing, When daydreaming becomes a training ground. When the memory wandering in forgetfulness peeks into the secret of dreams, When the deepest desires come to the hotbed of fantasy. There is no magic here, There is no ever-changing path to immortality, It's just a momentary fantasy of a little person in his dream. Supernatural and comfortable? Or search for the truth Time travel? Then doesn't it count if I time travel into a dream? My name is Mengzhuang, Let me try this big dream first