"What?" the man asked as if he didn't hear clearly.
"I said, since you like the trash can so much, then just turn it into a trash can." Morien patted his shoulder with a smile.
The white Moth fell from the sky and landed on the other shoulder of "Trashcan's Envoy".
He frowned and was about to drive away.
Suddenly, I felt sluggish all over my body, as if my joints were stuck by something, and I couldn't move at all.
In this dreamland, everyone exists in the form of "Memoria".
For Word-Eating Fool, it is not that difficult to tamper with ordinary people's Memoria to a certain extent.
Just like what Sparkle said, in a dream, Word-Eating Fool can be seen as Memokeep.
Morien took back his hand, with a smile on his face, and watched as the man's body in front of him was folded bit by bit, stained with metallic silver, and turned into a trash can.
"Look, this is what Trashcan's Envoy" should look like." Morien nodded with a smile, took out a few coins from his pocket, and threw them into the barrel casually, making a sound of metal collision.
While Morien was having fun, his phone suddenly vibrated.
So, he took out his phone and looked at it.
It's Sparkle, she sent two text messages.
Originally, it was difficult for signals from deep dreams and shallow dreams to communicate with each other, but I don't know what method she used to actually send the message directly to his mobile phone.
What she sent was a photo and a paragraph.
It was a selfie of a smiling Sparkle showing her scissor hands. Behind her was a table with a dinner plate, and a portion of French fries on the dinner plate.
Morien recognized it at a glance. This was the French fries he bought at that time.
But----but----
Morien saw that those fries were now covered with a thick layer of ketchup.
Sparkle added a paragraph after taking a selfie.
"You know what? These French fries think you're going to save them until they're soaked in ketchup.
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Looking at those French fries, Morien howled like a defeated dog.
"No!"
"Fries!"
The French fries covered in a thick layer of ketchup seemed to be staring at him through the photo.
At this moment, he seemed to see their lost youth.
At that time, they ran in the sunshine and made a grand escape against the setting sun.
Already----can't go back----
"No!!!"
Morien felt unparalleled pain.
Just when Morien was heartbroken and beating his chest, there was a voice behind him.
"Mr. Morien, hurting the residents of Dreamland is not a friendly act."
It's a relatively familiar voice, and you can hear it everywhere on Penacony. TV, radio, GG brand on the street----
"No, I didn't hurt him." Morien put down the phone and looked behind him, "I just made him become what he likes."
"But why do you all like to appear from behind others so much?" he asked.
He looked at Robin, not surprised that she would appear here.
This chicken wing girl had been "killed" by Sparkle a long time ago and was sent to the depths of the dream.
And the Reverie Dreamscape is so big, it's not unusual to encounter it.
"You know he doesn't really like trash cans." Robin looked at the silver trash can behind Morien.
"No, I don't know. I'm just fulfilling his dream." Morien adjusted his mentality, smiled again, and retorted with a smile.
Robin looked at Morien, then looked at the trash can behind him, was silent for a few seconds, and finally said nothing.
Having often dealt with dreams, she was fairly familiar with "Memoria" and knew that it was something that was difficult to permanently shape.
Even if it is a real Memokeep, it is difficult to permanently modify a Beyonder Characteristic of Memoria.
What's more, this is a living person.
"As long as he doesn't give up on turning back into a human, he will change back one day," Morien patted the trash can, "But if he doesn't change back, it means he doesn't object to becoming a trash can."
"I'm helping him realize his dream, Miss Robin."
After a pause, he smiled and said, "Rather, I am really honored that Miss Robin can remember my name."
Of course Robin would not say that this was because she went to the front desk to check his information after noticing Morien's "disharmony".
So, Robin changed the topic and brought this matter over.
"Your way of speaking is very special, and it suits [Harmony] very well." Robin said softly, "Looking at you, you don't seem to reject the Family."
"In that case, have you ever thought about joining the Family?"
What you say must make people understand. As long as such a person is determined, it is basically not difficult to become the Pathstrider of [Harmony].
"I'm not interested in the Family." Morien replied, "The Family is united as one, but I don't have such a noble ideal."
"Besides----"
He paused.
"Pathstrider who wants to become [Harmony] needs to have empathy. I don't think I am such a kind person."
Harmony's driving force is "empathy", and although Morien has a certain degree of sympathy, he believes that it is certainly not enough to allow him to embark on his destiny.
"That's not necessarily true," Robin chuckled, "Mr. Morien is [Propagation]'s Pathstrider, right? Perhaps your love for the ethnic group will allow you to take steps on [Harmony]?"
"Then who knows." Morien smiled and did not continue to talk about this topic. Instead, he turned to look at the surrounding environment and pointed.
"Miss Robin, you saw the other side of Penacony, how do you feel now?"
"Do you feel your heart is broken?" Morien asked with a smile.
"No," Robin shook his head, "Although I don't know that this place is hidden deep in the dream, I know very well that wherever there is light, there will be shadows. Even [Harmony] will cast shadows."
She also looked around and saw pedestrians and children on the street not far away.
"Besides, the Reverie Dreamscape is also spreading [Harmony] and has not been affected by the traitor the Family. I am very pleased about this."
"Not affected? Haha." Morien laughed, "Of course, of course it wasn't affected here."
"Why are you laughing?" Robin frowned in confusion.
"I'm not laughing," Morien replied, "I am Masked Fools, and Masked Fools is born to like to laugh."