First Lantern dreamed.
He was the second person to enter a dream, after The Batman Who Laughs.
He did not know why he had appeared here, nor did he know that he was currently inside a dream.
He had merely seen another beautiful dream, and so he sank into it once more.
Things in this world were always like that. Effort did not necessarily bring rewards, and everything was often far from what one wished for.
Things often announced our failure with a mechanical, even cruel, attitude—whether it was something as small as an exam, a job application, romance, or death.
An old friend might go without contact for years, and when one finally heard about them, it was news of their death. The elderly people who had once been so vivid in one's memories slowly grew dim with the passage of time.
Everything was like the newspaper kiosk one used to visit as a child. When one returned, it had already been torn down, leaving behind only two iron nails embedded in the pavement tiles...
Then several more years would pass, and even the nails embedded in the ground would disappear. All that remained was a stark patch of white ground, where many strangers often sang and danced. No one remembered who had once been there or what stories had taken place there.
In the end, everyone embarked on a new journey through life, while you alone remained trapped in the shadows of the past, struggling, crying, and howling as you searched high and low. Even if you had already gained the power you once yearned for but could never obtain, your heart was still not free.
Would you bring back yesterday and regard it as the meaning of life? In the end, however, you were merely finding a