I'm tired, like a bird that has just finished a long journey, quietly retracting its wings and curling up in its nest, closing its eyes with the strange and vague feeling of having just spent the day, like a blank and dazed state. It was a surprisingly quiet night, as if the entire world had vanished, leaving only me in the cosmos, I could feel my subconscious rolling, flowing through the boundless expanse of imagination—this is a phenomenon of life, not emptiness. I realized I was in a room, a familiar feeling, restless and agitated for an unknown reason. My mother was there, she was remarkably calm, as if she had been here many times before, without curiosity or doubt. She was composed, with no tremor in her voice, very clear. I was struggling, struggling to remember what I had said and done, but couldn't. It was like events from my past life, but it had only happened twenty minutes ago, during this time period, there was no concept of time, perhaps longer, perhaps only a few seconds. That place was incredibly hallucinatory, although it wasn't swaying or shaking, the furnishings were strangely blurred, but I didn't want to look, I defaulted to the idea that it was a scene that someone I had once familiar with had seen, it was a dynamic, it happened without deviation, planted in my consciousness, but who was that person, and why did he do that?

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I was terribly afraid, with only the word 'weird' in my mind. This place was incredibly weird, I was incredibly weird. I could sense that my fear was amplified, my movements slowed and blurred. I couldn't find the cause of this, but it continued to happen, while happening, it erased my previous memories, I became sluggish. I was frightened, and I knew it was fear, the fear that I was familiar with. Immediately, I wanted to die, I wanted to end this all at once, I couldn't resist, I completely lost control. But I couldn't move, like imprisoned in bed, my subconscious contained the awareness of death I had stored, scenes, reasons, tools, even dialogue, at that moment they all betrayed me, just flashed through my mind, leaving only an empty thought, an empty shell, able to sense pain, an empty shell. Was it imagination? I asked myself. I couldn't hear the answer, you should have answered me.

I opened my eyes, it was still dark, not much time had passed, the oppressive feeling in my head was about to awaken, it quickly became clearer, instinctively, I fell asleep again. When I regained my clear will, the tone of the room changed, everything became clear and easy to see, I turned my body, the white curtains became transparent, emitting light, I could see the delicate and smooth silk, thankfully, it was morning. I could move, I could control my limbs, I had consciousness, I was thinking, I was questioning what day it was, I was reviving myself, and it turned out it was Saturday, I had consciousness, I had come back to life. But what exactly was I alive in? Was it in that world? Was he turning my consciousness clear, and designing the background details seamlessly, or was I always living in his world? Was he creating me?

I was afraid again, uneasy. I sat up from the bed, picked up my phone, and played the music to greet the morning, but soon the questions disappeared, I brushed my teeth and sat at the writing desk, opening my gray computer, I started to answer the essay required by the teacher. Everything went smoothly until the moment before I pressed the keyboard, the boring takeaway came again, I pulled in a box of plastic bags containing food and sat in front of the darkened computer, starting to eat my hamburger, the new coconut juice tasted strangely disgusting, I ate the bread, the more I ate the meat, I suddenly wanted to vomit, the disgusting feeling surged upwards in my throat, again and again, like crashing waves on the Gobi Desert, one after another, more and more intense. This triggered my headache, my nerves recovered their willpower, my brain was blank, I was slumped in the fading sunlight again, I wanted to redeem myself, another me was talking. Therefore, I turned off the computer and started tearing apart this damn spirit, I was fighting again, this lasted for an afternoon, I was tired again, but I didn't dare to fall asleep.

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