Dreaming: I Am the Creator of Thoughts

I was a simple repairman until I discovered that I could control dreams. Until that rainy night, a madman who called himself "Shou Xing" broke into my dream. He steals memories and stirs up thought storms, like a desperate fire thief. He wants to save someone. Gu Nian, a girl lying on a hospital bed who will never wake up again. I should have crushed him. But when I cut through his defense, I caught a glimpse of the hell in his memory—the iron cage in the orphanage, the pusher on the edge of the cliff, and the wedding in a pool of blood. He used the living lives of countless strangers as fuel to ignite this reckless redemption. Now, we are tied to the same boat. His "self" on the verge of being broken, my inexplicable increase in strength, the final mystery sleeping on the hospital bed, and... The "dead man" crawling back from the darkest place of memory. They want gold bricks, they want to silence us, and they want us to spit out the secrets we swallowed, with blood and bones. Dreams are the battlefield, memory is the blade, and reality has become the most dangerous trap. Two people walking on the edge of the abyss, one became a demon because of love, and the other bystander got his shoes wet. Can we still hold on to the rope called "sobriety" before we are completely lost? When the ghosts of the past knock on the door again, we have no light but each other. And if that girl really opens her eyes, will she see her lover, or the monster we raised together? This is a desperate journey to seek light from the ruins of memory. We steal, struggle, and break, just to prove that some sparks, even if they fall into the deepest night, should not be forgotten and blown out.