Dreamscape Secrets

Late at night, the city's Night Market had long since dispersed.

Originally far too excited by Longinus's manifestation to feel sleepy at all, Evan had somehow gradually drifted into slumber and fallen into a string of absurd, bizarre dreams.

The dream was filled with scenes a hundred times more preposterous than the Fairy Tale World.

Half dreaming and half awake, he saw one end of a cotton thread tied to white clouds in the sky, while the other suspended the entire White Swan Castle; he saw a mouse carrying a hundred barrels of olive oil and sixty cartloads of salt on its back, yet running faster than a horse.

He saw an anvil and a stone stele crossing the Hartson River together, their strokes graceful and gentle, more nimble than the fish swimming in the river.

He saw three people in the wilderness of the central New Continent, leaning on crutches and walking on stilts as they tried to catch a rabbit. One was deaf, one was blind, and one was mute.

The most bizarre part was that the blind man spotted the hare running across the grassland first. The mute man shouted loudly at the lame man, and in the end, the lame man leaped like he was flying atop his stilts and caught the hare by the neck in one grab.

"How strange! These images completely defy common sense."

The ability to remain conscious in a dream and even control it to a limited extent was a required skill for a Great Wizard. After witnessing scenes so absurd that they were excessive even for a dream, Evan was pondering whether this might be some sort of spiritual omen when—

Suddenly.

Whoosh!

The golden sun high in the sky creaked as it swayed twice, then abruptly fell right in