The Great Dream God

"How is this possible?" Edward's horrified voice echoed in the empty white dream, his tone full of disbelief and fear. As soon as he finished speaking, the once peaceful and picturesque white world seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force and began to show a shocking scene of collapse.

The originally peaceful dream world now became like fragile thin ice encountering a raging fire. It shattered piece by piece, melted in the heat, and disappeared into thin air.

Edward's eyes widened in horror, trying to grasp the shattered illusions around him, but it was all in vain. His feet were empty, and his body lost support in an instant, falling into a dark and boundless abyss like a leaf. This black hole was so deep that it seemed to swallow up all light and hope. In the endless darkness, only the blazing flames were dancing, like the tentacles of a demon, wild and ruthless.

The roar of the flames roared in Edward's ears, the sound was harsh and blazing, like a symphony from the depths of hell, every note carrying the threat of death. He could feel the heat burning his skin, and even though he was falling in the void, he seemed to be able to smell the smell of his skin being burned.

He slowly raised his tired but determined eyes and looked straight at the blazing sky. He saw the blazing flames like dancing hellfire, dyeing the whole world red. In the blazing center of the flames, those twisted and wriggling tentacles were like the evil tentacles of the devil. They waved in the flames, each containing the power of destruction, and seemed to be whispering forbidden spells, exuding a suffocating temptation. Those tentacles seemed to be summoning death, but they also had a strange charm that made people unable to look away.

Edward's heart trembled in front of this horrifying scene, but he did not give in. His soul was deeply touched by this shocking scene. He was originally immersed in the abyss of despair, but at this moment he felt an unprecedented will to survive burning in his heart like wildfire. It was a kind of persistence in survival, a resistance to fate, and tenacity and courage in the face of fear.

Meng Jin's voice echoed in his ears, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn penetrating the thick dark clouds and illuminating the depths of his soul. Every word was like a stone breaking the ice, shattering the despair in his heart and awakening his memory of hope.

In the strange space where chaos and broken white light intertwined, Edward's eyes were fixed on the precarious bright world, like a brave man looking at the last fortress. His eyes burned with unyielding flames, and his firm determination was as unshakable as a rock.

He took a deep breath, the air seemed particularly thin in the shattered reality, but his chest stood up like a mountain. He slowly stretched his arms forward, every muscle fiber telling of his determination, as if he wanted to use his palms to embrace the light that was about to disappear and grasp the only remaining glimmer of hope.

His fingers trembled lightly in the air, like notes jumping on the strings, playing a symphony of courage and faith. Every attempt he made was a challenge to despair, and every breath he took was a commitment to life.

And in the unreachable sky, Meng Jin's figure stood like a lonely lighthouse in the center of the storm. His body swayed in the broken reality, enduring endless pain and tearing, but he never wanted to retreat for a moment. His hand, although trembling, was resolutely stretched out to the distance.

At that moment, his hand turned into a magical paintbrush, painting delicate white paper cranes. These paper cranes danced in the broken light and shadow, carrying Meng Jin's tenacity and calling, flying through the chaos to the equally determined Edward.

Edward was immersed in his own world, unaware that a thrilling drama was playing out behind him. A ball of red flames danced wildly in the endless darkness, as if the gates of hell were opened at the moment, and the blazing light pierced the silence of the night and illuminated everything around. The flames burned so fiercely, like the eyes of a demon, cold and ruthless, revealing deep malice. From these "eyes", countless dark and twisted tentacles stretched out, like monsters from the abyss, silently crawling in the shadows, step by step, each tentacle ready to go, ready to tightly wrap around the defenseless Edward and then devour him.

However, Edward was unaware of all this at the moment. He stared at the paper crane in his hand with a focused and affectionate gaze. It was Meng Jin's hard work, carrying her tenacity and hope. This crane folded from delicate paper was elegant in shape and colorful, and was particularly eye-catching in the dim light.

He did not hesitate or look back, but ran towards the paper cranes and Mengjin without hesitation. When his hand touched the first paper crane, it was as if an invisible bridge was built between them, and reality and dreams intertwined, and time became blurred at this moment.

Suddenly, an irresistible force stretched out from the abyss of nothingness like an invisible giant hand, tightly grasping Edward and Meng Jin. At that moment, they felt a shock they had never felt before. This force was strong enough to tear the boundaries of time and space, pulling them out of that fragmented, dreamlike world, as if it was the call of the universe, unquestionable and irresistible. Under the traction of the force, their bodies, like fallen leaves returning to their roots, slowly but firmly returned to the real world they were familiar with.

He widened his eyes. The triangular tentacle monster that was once hideous and terrifying in his sight was now burned black by the blazing flames. It slowly slid down from the back of his head like rotten cotton, carrying with it the remaining smoke and the smell of death. It was once a nightmare that bound his mind, but now it has turned into ashes, symbolizing his regained freedom. His heartbeat was clearly beating in his ears, and every beat was like a drumbeat celebrating his new life.

He took a slow, deep breath, feeling the long-lost air flowing through his lungs. It was the smell of freedom, the smell of life. He straightened his back, raised his head, and looked firmly at Meng Jin not far away. Meng Jin looked a little embarrassed. He struggled to get up from the ground, holding his injured chest tightly with one hand. The bright red blood flowed from between his fingers, staining his palm red, but it did not shake the tenacity in his eyes.

Meng Jin's lips curled up into a faint but powerful smile. Although there was blood on the corners of his mouth, he still endured the pain and said to Edward, "Welcome back!" Although the voice was hoarse, it was like a horn of dawn, resounding in Edward's heart and awakening the courage and hope in his heart.