Dreamer

Preface Have you ever felt that you had forgotten something late at night? It's not that you forgot your keys or your name, but a certain past event that you swore you would never forget. Occasionally, my heart will feel empty, like a well, no matter what I throw into it, there will be no response. Maybe you pawned it yourself. In this world, there is a pawn shop. It is only open to one type of person. That kind of person has a missing piece in his heart, but he can't tell what it is. When the fog starts, if you look back, you may be able to see the half-opened door, the dim lights, and a young man wearing a blue-grey gown. His name is A Sheng, a dreamer. Here, you can trade stories for anything. An army, a rain, a truth, a name. But you have to think clearly. Once the story is taken out, it can never be redeemed. You will forget love, forget hate, forget the reason why you are you. Until one day, the story was too heavy to contain the darkness. The bell will ring. Fog will rise. The door will open. And our story begins with a rain.