58 Mazao's friend 1

I hardly felt any interruption in my consciousness, and the transition into the dream was as smooth as an antelope's horn. It was like those early school days when the classroom had only a few students and I would pull out a book to pass the time, only to look up and find the room bustling with noise.

By the time I came to my senses, the living room was shrouded in dense gray fog... no, this was no longer the living room. There were no walls or furniture around, just an endless expanse of mist. I was no longer sitting on the sofa but had unknowingly stood up, and the backpack and empty cans that were in my arms had vanished without a trace.

Instead of a floor beneath my feet, there was a thick layer of gray fog. I didn't even know why I could stand in such a place, the sensation underfoot was like stepping on a sandy beach.