Cynthia’s Cat

The world here is too weird. Is this a bad omen? Duke had to be vigilant. He rarely dreams. Every time he wakes up again in bed, it is the next day. This gray world makes Duke surprised. Where is this place? Could it be his inner world.

Duke feels that this is his inner world. After Rachel's death, his life has always been bleak, and he has no desire to live. If it weren't for Rachel's insistence, he might have left the world on his own.

Duke kept walking forward. He didn't know how long he had been walking because the space here was all the same. Even if he keeps going, the environment here will not change in any way.

Looking at the environment that had not changed at all, Duke sat on the ground, and when he was calculating that he would wake up for a long time, a black voice appeared in the fog. This dark night made Duke aware of the danger, and he immediately stood up and made a defensive posture.

As the night approached slowly, Duke suddenly felt that the outline of the night was very familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere. Just as he was thinking about where the black figure had been seen, the black figure flashed beside him.

Without the obstruction of the fog, Duke could see the appearance of the dark shadow. This man was the man he met in the cemetery. Although Duke only glanced at the man, he clearly remembered that this was the man who appeared in the cemetery.

Why does this man appear in his dream?

The man stood silently in front of Duke, making Duke fearful. This was the first time he had such a thought. How could all this look so strange?

"Who are you? Why do you keep pestering me?"

The man just looked at Duke without speaking. This atmosphere is too weird!

Duke's tone was bad, "Are you a man or a ghost?"

The man finally spoke, and he said blankly: "Who am I? I'm just your imagination. This is your dream. How do you ask who I am?"

Duke's brow furrowed deeper, and he roared again: "Who are you? Why did you appear in my dream."

The man seemed to be thinking about Duke's problem. After waiting for a while, a wooden box suddenly appeared in his hand. Duke looked at the wooden box in the man's hand in surprise. Isn't this the wooden box Rachel left him? It turned out to be in the hands of a man.

The man said blankly: "Are you your thing?"

"Yes, it's mine."

The man handed the wooden box in his hand to Duke. When Duke took the wooden box and wanted to thank the man, the person standing in front of him suddenly disappeared. Duke always felt that something bad was going to happen.

Fortunately, the wooden box returned to his hands. Duke's current mood is very difficult to explain. This feeling of loss and recovery makes Duke a little unreal. He held the wooden box tightly, for fear of losing it again.

Duke stroked the wooden box with his hand, and just when he wanted to open the wooden box, a strange scene happened. The wooden box was not what Rachel left him at all, but a beating heart.

Suddenly, Duke could not hold the wooden box firmly, and the click was very obvious in the quiet space. The wooden box fell to the ground, and Duke instantly awoke from consciousness. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he looked as if he had been frightened. Looking at the familiar ward, it turned out to be a dream.