Kant had a dream. He was standing in a tunnel, and it seemed that there was a strong wind blowing through the tunnel, but his body did not feel anything. No one around him seemed to see him. Kant's heart gradually rose with fear and panic. He tried to run out of the tunnel. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape.
When his heart began to despair, a pair of hands pushed him out of the tunnel, causing the light of the sun to shine on Kant's body again. Kant wanted to turn around and see who the owner of those hands was, but he could only see a blurry figure.
"Lord." Kant heard someone call out.
After opening his eyes, Kant saw the ceremonial officer anxiously walking beside the bed.
After seeing Kant open his eyes, the ceremonial officer said happily, "Lord, you are finally awake."
Kant looked out of the window. The sky had completely darkened. He asked, "What time is it now?"