I Came Back from the Nightmare and Wrote a Book About All Living Beings

One rainy night six years ago, a young man had a nightmare. He dreamed of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, mountains and rivers ups and downs, dynasties changing, and mythical beasts coming to the world. Since then, nightmares have followed him. Today, six years later, on another rainy night, a demon attacks, and "the family is destroyed." A writing brush and an egg appear out of thin air next to him. At this point, the content of the nightmare seems to be a blank history, and a journey to find the cause of the dream begins. It remains to be seen how this young man and the white zebra next to him stir up the storm and help the building collapse. One stroke determines the outcome. "One person writes a word and one beast, writes to all living beings with a single stroke of his pen, and is proud of the wind and clouds!" (This is a book written by a pure newcomer. If there are any bad points, the author will listen to corrections. I would like to trouble you, the audience, to read them. Thank you.)