Give Someone a Sweet Dream Pillow and Leave It Scented

The teacher once said: The Twenty-Four Histories are actually the genealogy of the emperors. Therefore, all living beings like me and other ant people are silent in the history books. Looking at the local chronicles again, I can see that there are archways everywhere. The people running up and down the archway are those who are already slaves and those who want to be slaves but cannot. Looking elsewhere, I saw a folk museum on an unknown university campus. Nothing on the exhibition has the weight and splendor of history. Some things are even absurd and funny, but they are inexplicably kind. Because we finally see ourselves in history. So I wrote this: It is a small place that is unknown in history, and there seems to be no famous people visiting it. The past is absurd and distorted in folklore, but it is still fascinating. This is our dream home. This is a story about dreaming. This is a place with dreams.