It was still floating before. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info walked over to the apple, crouched down and took a closer look - it did fall to the ground and wouldn't fly on its own.

Dream tried to pick up the apple - still nothing out of the ordinary. Whether it's the weight of the apple or the feel of the hand, it's all fine. Originally, the dream world was the same reality as reality, but now this reality seems so strange - after all, there is something wrong with the dream world now.

The apples are also stained with very real dust, and it is obvious that they can no longer be eaten.

Dust words...... Can you use your mind to get rid of it?" she tried, but the dust was unmoved—they were still honestly on the apples.

Isn't your mind able to affect the world? This is a very serious permission issue, not a question of whether the apple can be eaten...... Dream swallowed at this thought.

Is it your own way? It's not the same as before...... Can you change this place if you want to see what you've actually seen? She began to experiment—the crystal clear flesh of the apple she had just seen......

But it still didn't work. The dust seemed to be glued to the apples. It seems that this time it should not be a question of method - the problem of not feeling the dream world needs to be solved in two ways. Your mind can't change the world - at least, it can't change now. This authority is not currently in his hands.

Dream frowned slightly, and threw the apple back to the ground. It's a bit of a waste, but you can't eat a dusty apple -- and it's a dream world, right? There's nothing wasted at all, it's just your imagination, huh.

…… It's still a pity. Dreaming stopped looking at the apple and was going to turn his attention to something else. This room seems to be completely different from the one where I was resting.

In that case, it's clear that there's something more delicious! Anyway, it's just waiting, let's eat something first!

Dream walked briskly to the snack box. I think there are sweets, too!

The snack box is on the bedside table. Phantom Dream sat on the bed and held the snack box in his arms.

She opened the box—and the array of snacks came into view. It's the same as I remember. There are many patterns of these treats, but before putting them away, Fantasy had seen them - just like they remembered!

Normal is normal, abnormal is abnormal!

Thinking so, Dream happily picked up a piece of snack and prepared to stuff it into his mouth.

However, just as the snack was only half an inch away from her little lips, she stopped.

Her body trembled, trying to resist the urge to throw the snack out of her hand.

The dim sum should be fine, but in that snack box...... There is indeed a problem.

Dream stared at the snack box, the part that was covered by the piece of snack she had taken.

That part is surrounded by a dazzling array of colorful sweets. And there, there is only one color: pitch black.

Bottomless pitch black. Nothing could be seen, like the deepest silent night, although the stillness was different, but it still had the momentum to swallow everything.

Dream felt like she was having some trouble breathing. Just staring at the blackness, my mind seemed to be sucked in, my body seemed to lose control, and it was difficult to move.

Endless, terrifying.