The moon and dreams were a pair of closely linked symbols.
Perhaps it was because most people slept and dreamed at night, with the moon as their companion.
Under such circumstances, dreams gradually became strongly associated with the moon.
Meng He was currently within a dream, yet she was not entirely sure of it herself.
The uncertainty lay in—
"Am I really still myself?" Meng He found it strange.
With the strength of a Golden Breed, she had long been able to deliberately restrain herself so that no matter how long she slept, she would not dream.
Even if she truly wanted to dream, it would be a lucid dream. In such dreams, she would possess a clear sense of self and know exactly who she was and that she was dreaming.
But this was different.
She felt as though she had returned to her weaker days.
Everything was hazy and blurred. She vaguely knew she was dreaming, but she did not quite understand why she was dreaming.
In her daze, Meng He felt as if she had moved for a very long time, yet also as if she had gone nowhere at all.
Everything in the dream seemed bizarre and fantastical. Indescribable things filled every corner, while countless colors flowed endlessly, displaying rhythms unlike any other.
Throughout the process, Meng He could sense that everything was strange.
However, the dream soon began to change.
A great many things appeared within it.
Those things formed a stable yet chaotic order within the dream.
Gradually, Meng He felt that she could understand what those things represented.
"Hey, you finally woke up from your dream!" A voice rang out, startling Meng He. She then discovered that the speaker was a "woman."
The reason for her uncertainty was that the other party seemed