Book 6: Chapter 22
When I opened my eyes, I could only see a pitch-black sky.
‘No, this isn’t the sky. The sky wouldn’t have a texture.’
This black and scaly texture pressed down on my body. Or rather, it should be some animal’s claw that’s pressed down on my body, legs, and face, leaving me without even a hint of light.
The ground around me felt like it was ablaze. I felt like the heat from the ground and strong smell of charcoal made the air thin.
The oxygen in the air was being depleted by the intense flames, while the thing pressing down on my head cut me off from my source of oxygen. I was on the verge of suffocating. I felt like the oxygen around me was wildly escaping me, not even leaving me with a single ounce.
I reached my hand out and tried to push the claws of the unknown animal in front of me away.
I don’t know why I didn’t fear it at all, despite it squashing me like this. Was it maybe because I knew this was a dream? Or was it because my subconscious didn’t recognise this animal as a threat?
I never thought the claw would feel so surprisingly soft. It was so soft I could manipulate it into any shape I liked. I couldn’t resist the urge to massage and pinch it.
The claw seemed to get a little annoyed and budged. A clear voice from overhead then spoke out, “Son… you sure like taking the initiative…”
