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Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
The afterglow of the evening shone in from outside the window and the entire room was covered in a dusky amber hue.
There was an inexplicable buzzing sound in Marcus' ear. The sound seemed to hover between reality and illusion. It sounded like tinnitus, but also like a mysterious call from the distant horizon.
Marcus sat on the edge of the bed blankly, his eyes dull and vacant, his hair disheveled. He looked as though he had not woken up yet.
However, at this time, his mind was already turned upside down…
"This Man, does it exist?"
Marcus muttered in a low voice as he kept going over that indescribable realization he had in the dream. It was only when this feeling began to fade that he reluctantly opened the drawer on the side and recorded everything in the dream.
As a fanatic of dream research, he had this special hobby. He recorded every interesting dream he had so that he could recall them quickly in the future.