This dream was truly exceptionally boring.
In the void, there was nothing but distant specks of fluorescence and a few invisible things drifting slowly, as if flowing.
There was not even a concept of space or time. "He" could barely sense his own existence.
Why am I having a dream like this? Or did I just enter the wrong "folder" in the Soul Space? Dream? Soul? What are those? So sleepy...
And so, in his daze, "he" could only continue to "sleep" within the dream.
Until an incomparably brilliant light suddenly lit up in the void and engulfed "him," carrying him ever farther away like a tidal wave.
It's a little hot. Kind of like soaking in a bath.
That was the sensation fed back to him.
But that warmth was fleeting. The surroundings became cold and silent once more, and his consciousness blurred along with them as he fell asleep again.
When he awoke once more, what lay before him was finally no longer so dull.
Large clouds of gas and dust had appeared in the starry sky. They were beautiful.
Then, he finally gained a second sensation.
That was hunger.
Driven by instinct, he wanted to approach the nearest nebula cluster, the one that looked like several pillars.
So it seemed as though he grew invisible wings, propelling him until he finally burrowed into those thin dust clouds and gnawed on them like cotton candy.
Yet no matter how much he ate, he could not get full.
Gradually, when he grew tired of eating, he slept; when he grew tired of sleeping, he ate.
Until those dust clouds seemed to slowly form tiny light orbs under the influence of some force, while everything around him became like thick porridge.
He was overjoyed. At last, he could gulp down