37Th Hour Old Version

Green. In this city where even the spectrum is precisely adjusted, this is a color that is so unfamiliar that it is dizzying. A vast meadow, a gurgling river, and a woman standing by the river, dressed in white and covered with snow, but whose face cannot be seen clearly. She turned back, with a power in her eyes that seemed to pierce her soul. This was the last second before Fang woke up. This is the year 2119, Jianghai University Town. Time is redefined as a precise daily cycle of 36 hours. Thanks to the popularity of "sleep machines", humans have successfully eliminated inefficient physiological impurities called "dreams" and compressed sleep into only 1.5 Hours of rapid brainwave cleaning. Above our heads is the eternally perfect "canopy", and below our feet is an efficient society where even the trajectory of dust has been calculated. In this absolutely rational world, dreams are long-extinct legends and "errors" determined by the system. However, that memory that cannot be cleaned by machines is like a nail, wedged into Fang Jue's originally tight life. The vitality feeling in the dream is so real. In order to prove that it was just a simple machine failure, Fang Jue tried to use logic to dismantle the dream. But the more he gets to the bottom of it, the more flaws appear in the perfect façade of reality. The dream is not an illusory escape, but an ongoing invasion. The figure in white that was supposed to be fictional seemed to have really left traces of his presence in a corner of the data flow. Outside the 36-hour order, as long as you close your eyes, you can reach the non-existent time - the 37th hour.