The Other Side of the Curtain

From the day after his mother passed away, Jiang Yilin had different nightmares every night, and the things he dreamed about each time were all kinds of strange. Today it's a madman wearing black tires, tomorrow it's a rag doll covered in bandages, and the day after tomorrow it's a pig in a clown costume, dancing ballet on a stage full of knives and forks. There are so many that every day is never the same. The world in dreams always looks the same, with the dark red sun hanging in the sky and the green moon in the east. What else is around? He doesn't know either. Tonight, Jiang Yilin didn't dream anymore.