My brain couldn't quite process what was happening.
What the girl saw seemed to be etched onto her retinas, impossible to escape. In that instant, her emotions also reached their peak.
Her emotions surged into my consciousness, leaving me unable to react.
I held my forehead, sensing the dream changing, but the image refused to fade.
It was a scene of countless teddy bears scattered across a room. It wasn't cute. The bears looked as if they'd been dismembered, torn to pieces. Cotton fluttered through the room, then turned to blood in an instant. Mixed in among the bear fragments were human limbs.
At the center of the bears stood one as large as an adult, its back to the door. It seemed to hear something and slowly turned around, revealing what it held in its hands and the fragments dangling from its mouth.
The girl hadn't gotten a clear look in that instant.
She might not even have seen what the bear was chewing. Her mind had filled in the picture, turning those blurry shapes into clear fragments of teddy bears—and of people.
She was terrified.
Compared to what she'd experienced, that dark, shadowy monster, this scene was even more gruesome.
The Mr. Bear she'd hoped for wasn't like this.
The contrast seemed to become a kind of mental attack, making the girl lose control.
I could feel that her soul was extremely unstable. Her thoughts wouldn't settle.
Teddy bears, shadows, her indistinct father... They flashed through her mind like scenes in a film, appearing and vanishing one after another. She was afraid. Things that, rationally speaking, shouldn't have frightened her filled her with an uncontrollable terror.
Her ability was also stirring. It had slipped out of control, scattering freely. Her thoughts spread along with it, passing to the