A Taste of the Real

You wake up. The pale autumn light is filtered into a light blue by the glass window, shining on your face. The vivid dream that came to life just now has instantly been forgotten, leaving only the buzzing in your limbic system.

You feel...everything. Nothing. The cold and humid air sucks on your skin, taking away your body temperature. The sound of raindrops hitting the leaves outside the window is particularly piercing. You hear your own pulse, your breath, and see your hands place on the gray blanket like a pair of lifeless objects. However, amidst all of this - this set of puzzles that is about to be completed, there is always a missing part.

That is, you.

You can't feel your own existence, as if you have dissolved into the existence of this world.

The feeling of losing control immediately makes you feel uneasy. You try to recall, try to think, but your brain just keeps replaying your executed dream - the buzzing in your limbic system. You can perceive the torrent of time - the clicking sound of the gears that drive the universe. Perhaps, all of this happens within a few seconds, or perhaps hours has already passed while you were idle, but for now, all you can do is sit here and enjoy the emptiness.