Mary had a dream. In the dark dream, she was wading through knee-high. There was no light. Someone was singing from afar, the voice of whom was so familiar, yet so evil.
Yet, the melody seemed like her own singing.
"The king and his accomplice kidnapped the queen and jailed her in the dream…
"We have the power, yet where should we go? Oh, men, hoist the sail! Pull, thieves and beggars, we'll live forever…"
The sing came from all around her.
Mary looked around and chased the sound in a rush, but whenever she approached it, the voice would disappear, like the mischief of evil spirits, fleeting in the darkness and luring her to chase them.
Finally, she was exhausted and fell into the water. The water smelled like good wine, fragrant and sweet, making her thirsty as if her throat was burning. The thirst urged her to drink the water to quench the draught and the longing in her.