The Great Dream God

Hidden among the towering mountains gently caressed by the moonlight, there is a deep and mysterious cave.

The moonlight, like a thin silver thread, slipped quietly through the cracks in the rock wall, and was scattered on the rugged ground of the cave, like a mysterious painting of light and shadow, giving people a feeling of both tranquility and weirdness.

The air was filled with the smell of damp earth, intertwined with the faint sound of the wind coming from afar, as if whispering ancient stories.

Edward's eyes were deep and firm. He said nothing and just listened quietly.

Suddenly, a low roar came from the depths of the cave, like the breathing of the earth, or the snoring of an ancient monster.

The sound echoed in the cave, shaking the air and making people feel nervous. Edward frowned slightly and took a few steps back. His voice echoed in the cave: "Is this the sound caused by the master?"

Lisa stepped into this unknown dark territory alone, and every step seemed to be based on her heart, firm and without hesitation.

Her eyes were like stars, lighting up the road ahead. Although she was surrounded by endless darkness, the goal in her heart was as bright as day. She knew that this road was full of challenges and even potential dangers, but Lisa did not back down. Her determination was as solid as a rock.

Not far away, a heart-pounding scene appeared before her eyes. Two completely different figures were lying there quietly, as if time had stopped at that moment.

One of them was a tall figure, his body covered in red feathers. Those feathers flashed a fiery light in the darkness, like a blazing fire. The strong visual impact made it impossible to look directly at him, as if anyone who got close would be melted by his hot breath.

The other figure was Meng Jin, who she was very familiar with. His body lay quietly on the cold stone slab, in sharp contrast to the blazing red.

His face was as pale as paper and lifeless, and he was sunk into a silent sleep, as if he was quietly swallowed by the power of darkness.

Lisa's heartstrings tightened instantly. She couldn't accept such a scene. Meng Jin, the friend who was always full of energy and smiles, was now lying there helplessly, motionless.

Lisa's heartstrings tightened instantly, as if an invisible force drove her forward quickly. Her eyes were fixed on Meng Jin's pale and haggard face, and the concern and worry in her eyes surged like a tide.

She approached him quickly but cautiously, fearing to disturb his fragile peace. Finally, she gently squatted down, maintaining a delicate distance, not touching his wound, but still able to feel his presence.

Lisa's fingers lightly fell on Meng Jin's thin cheeks, the skin was so thin that it was almost transparent, as if it was carrying too much fatigue and suffering. Her fingers seemed to be playing a silent movement, delicately depicting his outline.

She held her breath and used her heart to feel his weak breathing. It was a vibration of vitality, which, although tiny, stubbornly proved that he was still alive.

She stared at Meng Jin deeply, her eyes filled with deep concern and endless worry, as if she wanted to see through his appearance and see into his inner secrets. However, she did not realize that the soul of Meng Jin, who was standing in front of her at this moment, had already left this familiar body and disappeared without a trace.

His consciousness, like a wisp of light smoke, was subtly pulled by an invisible, mysterious thread and quietly merged into the body of a large red-feathered bird spreading its wings and soaring.

This big bird has feathers like fire and sharp eyes. Every flap of its wings brings the sound of wind and thunder, which is shocking. Meng Jin's soul entered the body of the big bird and also stepped into a new dimension - a dream world belonging to this big bird.

Meng Jin seemed to have sleepwalked into a little-known and strange area, a dream world belonging to huge birds.

At the core of this world, there lives a majestic giant bird. It is called the Red Bird. Its name is just like its body. Its red feathers are like burning flames, eye-catching and blazing, symbolizing endless passion and power.

The red bird builds its nest in this deep cave. Its home is hidden deep in the silent valley, sharing the quiet time with the gentle wind and the hard rock walls.

From the moment it broke out of its shell, the red bird spent season after season, year after year, in this dark cave. The moonlight sprinkled on its fiery feathers, and the starlight penetrated the cave entrance to keep it company. Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Every dawn and dusk, every wind song and stone whisper, are its friends and its world. However, this peaceful and harmonious world has been disturbed by a strange sound recently, a strange sound that has never been heard before and echoes in the empty cave.

This sound was like an ancient call, or an unknown provocation, breaking the silence of the cave and shaking the red bird's heartstrings. Every echo lingered in the red bird's ears, waking it up from its long sleep. Its vigilant eyes swept around, with doubts and vigilance flashing in its fiery eyes.

Over the past few days and nights, a strange rhythm has quietly permeated the air. The sound is like a distant hum, intermittent but increasingly clear, piercing the tranquility of the forest.

The red bird's keen mind sensed this change, and its body had a subtle reaction, and an unprecedented feeling of weakness surged from the bottom of its heart. It was a foreshadowing of the cycle of life, and it understood that it was about to enter the sacred moment of nurturing new life.

Normally, the red bird is the king of the forest, fearless and unafraid. Its fiery red feathers are as hot as flames, and its strong body and sharp beak are its weapons to defend its territory. Any creature that tries to invade will be ruthlessly expelled by it. However, at this moment, although the red bird is still strong in heart, its physical decline makes it unable to soar in the sky and intimidate others as before.

Now it longs for strength and peace. It needs to find a hidden and warm nest, a safe haven away from danger and full of shelter, to provide a safe cradle for the new life to come.

The Red Bird tribe has lived and multiplied in this majestic cave since ancient times, weaving poems of time with the blue rocks and cliffs, and playing the symphony of nature with the storms. This is their territory, and every crack and every grain of sand in the cave are witnesses of their history, recording the vicissitudes of the Red Bird tribe.

They firmly believe that they are descended from the mythical beast Suzaku, a legendary fiery spirit that represents supreme dignity and power.

This noble bloodline burns like a raging fire in the body of every red bird, illuminating their lives and guiding them forward. The feathers of the red bird are as bright as flames, reflecting the shadow of the red bird. Every flap of its wings tells an ancient story and an immortal myth.

For red birds, reproduction is not just a simple biological instinct, but a sacred and inviolable duty.