"It’s not that I can’t say that. After all, I have accepted the memories of other departments … although there are just over one hundred years, I have integrated so many people and accepted the memories of so many people’s lives. No wonder he is so eager for Cybertron’s eternal life and thinking integration …
"… he is so lonely. There are so many people in this world but no one is like him.
"But you know that he and I are different.
"a mask is a mask that will never grow long. I dreamed of so many lives and I will never forget who I am.
"-dreams"
With Russell’s voice falling.
Everything around him suddenly melted and faded, leaving the door in front of him
That dark keyhole that won’t turn the doorknob.
Originally just … I don’t know when Russell had fallen asleep and entered the dream world.
Perhaps it was when he touched the stars, or when he watched the Pope’s memory, Russell was most absorbed in realizing the life of others, and he had been dragged into the dream world.
-and the dream world theory is that all regions can definitely see the darkness … the terminal tower.
For a moment, the door and the doorknob melted.
With that tiny keyhole left.
His east and west turned white, leaving this little keyhole …
At first glance, it looks like a dark tower.
That’s the terminal tower, the end of the dream world, and it will never reach the destination.
Russell watched the tower capsize slowly.
When it completely turns into a "one"
It suddenly gets bigger-it keeps getting bigger, and then Russell can see that it’s not getting bigger, but "getting closer"
There is a cage where "dreams" are imprisoned, and it is the place where [God] lives.
And the prisoner inside has woken up.
Russell greeted the galloping darkness with open arms and disappeared into pure darkness.
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Whistling in the darkness, wrapped in a cold wind.
When Russell opened his eyes again, he saw a "dream"
It’s not a majestic king or a treacherous demon.
It was a marginal dreamlike twilight.
Pale yellow, orange, blood red, purple, dark blue, they flow slowly like veils and permeate this marginal world, like some kind of living creature, and like some kind of wonder. If they are agglomerated into balls, they can easily fill the Pacific Ocean. If they are spread flat, it will be more than enough to cover the whole earth.
"Dream" didn’t attack Russell, but wrapped it gently as if it were very happy. It felt like a hot hair dryer flapping far away and a mother’s hair passing by.
When Russell came into contact with the "dream" at dusk, he understood the opposite quality instantly.
-"Dream" is not an individual but a special population.
Real Russell vaguely touched the dream quality when he first found the final hometown to learn spells!
These "dreams", the source of magic from the dream world, are of the same quality!
Just as those from the "rage source" flame, which was tamed by Russell’s strangulation, formed the crimson lava river.
These tiny special spiritual life, such as some kind of conscious special particles irradiated by them, will gradually have a "self" if they remain, and as each person remains more and more, the "personal will" will become clear … and then the group will separate and become "selfish".
It’s backwards. It’s backwards from the very beginning-
It is not the dream world that reflects the human subconscious at any time, but because the "fantasy" travels through different individual consciousness, they leave traces and weave a public dream that allows all human beings to "network"!
Different emotions mean that different particles have changed in proportion. When people’s thinking changes, the different "dream particles" they absorb will change, leaving traces, and of course they will change … Reflected in the macro world, the dream world region has changed.
"… this is not from the end not sealed?"
-that’s true.
