The Great Dream God

In this deep valley where thick and mysterious smoke lingers like a silk ribbon, Meng Jin, Lisa and Edward, three fearless souls, are like brave explorers. Every step they take is cautious and firm, as if imprinting the notes of courage on the musical score of time.

Their eyes are like sharp eagles, piercing through the lingering fog and looking directly at the secrets hidden deep inside. Their hearts are burning with fanatical curiosity about the unknown. This curiosity is like an inextinguishable candle, flickering and swaying in the vast darkness, illuminating their way forward, and vowing to uncover the mystery of this ancient valley.

The curling smoke dances in the valley, like a dreamy elf, unpredictable. Sometimes it is as light as a gossamer, gently caressing the back of the mountain, giving it a poetic lightness; sometimes it is as thick as splashed ink, shrouding the mountain peaks in deep mist, as if nature has skillfully painted a long scroll of ink with profound artistic conception.

This mysterious smoke casts a hazy veil over the originally quiet valley, adding a touch of mystery that makes people imagine, making everyone who sets foot here deeply attracted by this picturesque scene.

They are like the three hands of a precision timepiece. Although they point in different directions, they jointly drive the flow of time.

Their eyes were firm and they understood each other tacitly as they embarked on this unknown exploration together. The ingenious craftsman left quietly like a faint shadow, leaving only a series of vague footprints.

Edward's furrowed brows were like a deep canyon, reflecting his inner troubles and uneasiness. His eyes were like a traveler lost in a maze, flashing with confusion and revealing a hint of anxious flames.

The surrounding environment was not friendly, and thick smoke filled the air, like an invisible barrier that isolated them from the outside world and created a suffocating fog-like dilemma. This smoke was not only a visual obstacle, but also a mental distress for them, making them feel extremely powerless and confused.

"We are like flies with their heads cut off," he exhaled heavily, the sound echoing in the smoke, sounding particularly lonely, "flying blindly in this unknown territory, without direction, without goal, only endless groping." His tone was full of helplessness, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, making people empathize. The process of searching has become so difficult, the clues slip through the fingers like fine sand, and it is impossible to grasp them. In such a situation, he can't help but question, can they really find it? Will this endless search really have any results?

Lisa looked around the thick smoke-filled environment, searching every inch of land, hoping to find some clues. Her eyes revealed not only confusion, but also a deep sense of powerlessness. She stood on tiptoe and leaned forward slightly, as if this could penetrate this vague barrier and see the truth hidden behind the smoke.

She stretched out her hand and groped cautiously in the air, as if she was touching not just the misty smoke, but clues that might exist.

However, whether it was the ground, the walls or the air, all gave her back an empty silence. "There is no sign here," she whispered to herself, her tone full of doubt and puzzlement, "No footprints, are those people who came and went in a hurry floating in the air? No bloodstains, did the conflict happen and end quietly? Not to mention those items or other traces that may have been left behind, everything has been cleaned up, as if someone deliberately erased all possible traces!"

Meng Jin became the key figure in breaking the deadlock. Unlike others, he was not constrained by the oppressive atmosphere, but chose the most inconspicuous way - lowering his head to look for those overlooked tiny details.

He squatted down, his movements were gentle and focused, as if he was performing a sacred ritual, and picked up a seemingly ordinary stone. His eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, flashed with deep and sharp insight, as if they could penetrate the surface of the stone and reveal its hidden secrets.

"Look," he held up the stone in his hand, inviting everyone to share his discovery, "This is the answer we have been looking for. It is right here, hidden in the land we walk on every day, but we have never used our heart to perceive it. Look at these scratches. They are not meaningless wear and tear, but marks that guide us forward and are the key to unlocking the mystery."

Meng Jin's voice was firm and powerful, full of unquestionable conviction. His words were like a flash of lightning, breaking through the fog that enveloped everyone and allowing them to see new possibilities.

Meng Jin tightly grasped the stone in his hand. It was a weathered antique with a rough and hard surface, like a cold sculpture of time.

His fingers explored the grooves in the stone, and every texture seemed to contain endless stories and depict the vicissitudes of time.

On the stone, the mottled bloodstains have solidified into dark red marks. Despite the passage of time, they are still clearly visible, like a tattoo of history, deeply engraved in the memory of the stone.

Edward's movements were slow and measured, and every step seemed so deliberate and solemn, as if time had stopped around him.

He took the stone that carried an unknown fate from Meng Jin's trembling hands. His eyes were as deep as the night sky, dotted with stars and flashing with cold light. It was a kind of indifference that transcended the world, yet contained a keen insight into everything.

His pale lips slightly opened, and his slender snake-like tongue gently swept across the bloodstains on the stone, as if he was deciphering the code of life, or performing an ancient memorial ceremony. This action was strange and elegant, with an inexplicable sense of sacredness, which made people hold their breath, as if they were witnessing the opening of a secret world.

Edward's brows wrinkled slightly, forming a subtle arc, like the rippling melody on a guitar string, revealing the ripples deep in his heart.

The tip of his tongue carefully touched the bright red blood. Every taste bud became extremely sensitive at this moment, as if possessing the superpower of seeing through everything. He unraveled the secrets from these tiny clues and interpreted the secrets that were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

His eyes gradually became deeper, like the stars in the night sky, hidden in the endless darkness, trying to illuminate the forgotten abyss of memory, looking for clues closely related to this blood.

Lisa waited quietly by the side, her presence was like the moonlight on the lake, soft and warm. Her voice was as gentle as the wind, with a hint of subtle nervousness and expectation, she asked Edward: "Did you taste anything special?" Her eyes were like bright gems, sparkling with eager curiosity about the unknown world, and those eyes were fixed on Edward.