With these words, Nan Zhubin paused in sketching out the details of the dream.
Then, the speed of the pen's contact with the paper suddenly accelerated.
"Under that puddle, it was no longer a hospital. It was like a place that seemed like an upside-down sky, and I just fell through."
"But it didn't look like the sky we usually see. There were many brilliant colors intertwined there, like various kinds of auroras woven together. Some of the colors were large, spreading like ink, some projected like beams of light, and others burst forth like fireworks."
"...In short, it was very beautiful."
Alright, the horror story has ended, is it turning into a fairy tale now?
Visibly, the visitor's state became more relaxed too, loosening the grip on the sofa, and their voice became clear again.
"Then, at this moment, a train flew across the sky... yes, a train."
