"This place has also been affected by the collapse of the planes. It doesn't look like it can hold out much longer."
Su Ming walked through the castle corridors with a rabbit in his arms. The black marble floor reflected his figure, though in the reflection, the rabbit looked far more excited than he did.
"This is my first time entering the Dream King's castle. That move where you knocked out the castle steward was really cool. How did you grow a tail?"
The white rabbit wore a red checkered vest. One of its front paws gripped a gap in Su Ming's armor to hold itself in place, while the other held a cigarette from Another World.
As for how rabbit paws could hold a cigarette, or where it had learned to smoke, Su Ming neither knew nor wanted to know.
"That wasn't a tail. It was a tentacle. Lots of sea creatures have them."
Su Ming dodged a massive falling stone and looked at the portraits hanging along both walls of the corridor. Each painting contained a dream.
But unlike human dreams, which appeared as bubbles drifting above the wilderness like balloons in sunlight, these dreams were not displayed out in the open.
They were preserved within the castle, transformed into paintings whose images constantly shifted, placed in dark corridors where perhaps the master of the place would occasionally spare them a glance.
They were the dreams of other things: a mountain, a lake, a castle, or even a universe.
Yes, to Dream, everything dreamed, and dreams were his power.
Unfinished stories, unwritten poems, characters that had never been born—here in the Dreaming, all of them could be seen. Everything was a dream.
It all sounded utterly absurd. How could he know things that had never existed?
Thus, Dream