Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5478 (five thousand four hundred and seventy-eight) wiped away

The man thought for a moment and said, "Do you have any feeling? I have a feeling... this..."

"If you didn't have a feeling, how could you say you 'really felt like decades had passed'?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"At that time..." said the man.

"Could it be that you didn't feel anything at the time, and now you describe it as 'it really feels like decades have passed'? It's a description, but it's not an exaggeration?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Neither...nor." said the man.

"What's going on?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I think...it seems like what you said..." said the man.

"What?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Actually, in the dream, I... might really have... feelings?" said the man.

"Is it true?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It seems... yes, but... not quite the same." the man replied.

"Different from what?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I feel like my feeling about time is a little different from what I usually say." the man said.

"What's the difference?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Oh..." The man seemed to have figured something out.

"What?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"This time, in my dream... I seem to have a sense of time. Yes, I can say that I have a sense of time, but... it is indeed different from the sense of time I usually say, because... when I usually say I have a sense of time, it basically means that the time I feel and the actual time that has passed are not much different... but... it is different in dreams. I... felt that several decades had passed in my dream, but... it is impossible that several decades had passed in reality." The man said. The Gray Hand Man felt that the "difference" he said did not seem to make much sense at this moment. After all, it was normal for the time that I felt in my dream to be different from the time that I was actually dreaming.

Although the Gray Hand Man felt that asking more about the time in the dream would not yield any meaningful answers, he still asked: "Do you think these decades have been particularly long?"

"Yes! It was extremely long!" the man said, "It really was... For decades, I have been living in that kind of pain. It feels so... so bad! I wish I could... erase the memory of these decades!"

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Did you want to erase it in your dream, or at some other time?"

The man said, "In the dream, it was as if I wiped it off, but... even in the dream, I knew... that even if I wiped it off, I would not be able to get rid of the pain."

"Have you ever thought about why?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“In my dream, I just felt that… I would have to continue to endure pain… other pains,” the man said.

"That is to say, in the dream, after those 'few decades' you mentioned, you feel that you will not be able to relax, but the pain you will face next will appear in a different form?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes... yes." said the man.

"How did the dream develop?" Gray Hand asked. "Was it different from what you thought?"

"It's similar to what I imagined in my dream, that I couldn't be free from the pain and could endure other pains..." said the man.

"How did the 'decades' of suffering end?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It was... him... the one who said 'The needle is the stone, the stone is the needle'. He suddenly said something to the sky... and it ended." said the man.

"What did you say? Did you hear it clearly?" asked the man with gray hands.

(End of this chapter)