Cyril took a sip of red wine, then gave a serious assessment:
"You look like you're here on vacation now. Hmm, all you're missing is some sunshine and a beach."
Hermes smiled. "There may not be any here, but there can be sunshine and a beach in the realm of the mind."
The moment he finished speaking, Cyril suddenly felt the surroundings grow a little warmer, bringing the pleasant sensation of strolling along a beach and enjoying the sunlight and sea breeze.
He could even vaguely hear seagulls mixed in with the sound of the wind.
It's a little like falling into a dream woven by a Dream Weaver, except I'm awake right now.
No sooner had the thought surfaced than Hermes's voice rang out:
"You could see it that way. Your spirit and consciousness are awake, but your body is immersed in the dream."
"It isn't entirely false. At the very least, your body will give the most genuine feedback. Given enough time, your skin will gradually darken, and you might even get sunburned."
"Then forget it."
The corner of Cyril's mouth twitched slightly as he rejected that illusory experience.
The warmth of sunlight on his body vanished at once, and the only sound left by his ears was the crashing of waves around them.
Once everything had returned to normal, Hermes suddenly asked:
"You seem to have some doubts and wish to hear my opinion. Why haven't you asked yet?"
Cyril was slightly taken aback. Why does the one answering questions seem more anxious than the one asking them?
After a pause, he carefully chose his words. "I'm just curious. Adam seems to have been a little too proactive and serious about this matter."
"He could have found me privately at another time, and he didn't need to