“This is just a dream,” a girl appeared and whispered into my ears.
Imagine your personal room as a small world made up of cloudscape, mere cloudscape. Sniff the room, and you shall feel the subtle antediluvian presence. A pale tint of blue paints the sky, and your eyes start to dazzle. It starts to feel like the dark old stories in fantasies, and you’re stuck in Once Upon A Time. The world is sealed, forever sealed — no one to be with, just yourself.
Your face is quipped teary almond eyes, a mouth with a big frown, and —