A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

As the morning dawned, the jungle of black crows nestled in the mist, as silent as death.

"quack……"

A raven flapped its wings and flew out along a winding path, breaking into the mist on the horizon.

The black feathers trembled in the wind, passing over the boundless wilderness, rushing rivers, and majestic mountains,

The ancient ruins that sleep forever,

"quack……"

The rough screams drifted farther and farther, reaching every sleeping city and every dream.

The raven flew higher and higher, its sharp and wise eyes seeming to contain everything, looking down at the mountains and clouds.

It continued forward through the stars, flying in nothingness for an unknown length of time, until a huge door to the sky appeared in front of it, spanning all things.

"quack……"

The raven stretched out each of its shiny black feathers, began to flap its wings more frequently, and its cry became loud and cheerful.

"Boom!"

Along with a dull thunder, the ancient giant door slowly opened a gap.

Wrapped in the eternal and mysterious aura, the raven flew in.

It flew faster and faster, passing through dark cloud-covered cemeteries, green valleys, and stone bridges held up by stone hands,

Fly to the castle in the center.

"Quack, quack!"

Finally, it fell on a pale hand and pressed its head against the palm of the hand affectionately.

“Please allow me to be curious, strange visitor.

Your breath feels strange to me. "

The man put the raven on his shoulder and turned around.

Albert looked up into his face;

A pale and thin face, sharp features, and a pair of indifferent eyes with clear black and white.

In a daze, the dark pupils seemed to be twinkling with starlight.

No, not just Starlight.

Under the upside-down Milky Way, three figures are walking by the lake, one in front and two behind.

That is the shore of Sailimu Lake.

Walking in front was a seven or eight-year-old girl, holding a camera that was a bit heavy for her.

The sound of "clicking" kept sounding, and Albert held his wife's hand and walked behind.

The stars in the sky hung low, silently gazing at the lake surface that was smoother than satin and bluer than the sea.

The night wind blew, and a few strands of his wife's long hair drifted onto Albert's face, which made him feel a little itchy.

"Xiaoxue, it's time to go back to camp!"

"No, Dad, I want to take some more pictures of the stars."

The girl giggled, as if she was afraid of being picked up, and ran further away.

"What a beautiful dream."

Suddenly, a voice as low as a cello sounded, but it was clearly a compliment but without any emotion.

The Milky Way, the lake, the little girl's clear and bright eyes, and then the wife's hair at hand, everything began to fall apart.

Albert hurriedly stretched out his hand to try to pick up something, but it was of no avail. The fragments quickly turned into gravel and disappeared into the man's indifferent pupils.

The same pair of black and white eyes looked at him intently.

Is it my inner expectation, or some fantasy.

"It's indeed beautiful, so why did you destroy it?"

But no matter what it was, whether it was real or fake, Albert had an urge not to wake up.

"Destruction? No, no, no, it's you who wants to wake up."

Albert frowned, and then he was able to break away from the memory just now,

He began to look around at the murals and decorations of unknown styles.

A crystal chandelier hangs from the dome of the main hall, and seven lifelike reliefs of figures appear on the two walls.

In the middle is an elder wearing a brown robe, his head lowered, and the dark chain handle is coupled with a book he is holding.

On the right is a gothic woman wearing a black navel-baring outfit. There was a circle drawn under her right eye, and a strange pattern of circles and crosses on her neck.

With pale skin and thick smoky makeup, she looks like a rebellious bad girl.

On the right is the tall, pale man in front of him who looks very young.

His skin in the statue is paler than his own. The eyes and hair are also darker, as thick as the deepest night. The lips were almost as pale as the skin.

An expression that never fluctuates, more indifferent than the real person.

"I've always felt that Lúthien's carving of my appearance was too ruthless."

Albert wanted to continue reading, but was interrupted by the man, so he could only scan it hastily.

A tall red-haired man, a short and ugly woman, and a woman dyed all over in various colors...

He felt familiar with everything he saw, but he couldn't remember anything.

Like someone mentioned it or glanced at it, but didn't look at it seriously.

"Master, please forgive me for being rude. But you were definitely much more indifferent before than on the relief."

The door of the main hall was pushed open, and a woman wearing glasses and modern professional attire with the same pale skin walked in.

Albert keenly noticed that she looked at him strangely, and stayed there for a long time.

"Sorry Master, I didn't know you were so..."

Lúthien paused;

"Special guests."

"Special guests?"

Albert asked rhetorically.

Luthien didn't answer, just looked at the man next to Albert.

"Okay, maybe I was more indifferent before. But after that incident..."

The man seemed to have recalled some unpleasant memories, and his deep voice stopped abruptly.

He tried to lighten the mood with a shrug, but the stiff movement only caused the raven to fly from his left shoulder to his right.

"As for our special guest, I think he can see for himself."

As he spoke, gravel kept appearing out of thin air on the man's hand, and eventually turned into a mirror, with the mirror pointing at Albert.

The mirror reflected seven giant reliefs behind them, simple patterns, mysterious carvings... and even the black and gray ground, as if everything was as usual.

But not Albert.

Even Albert was stunned for a while before he reacted. He hurriedly "lowered" to look at his limbs and torso.

Nothing.

He raised his "hand" and shook it in front of his "eyes", trying to give a high-five...

But Albert seemed to have turned into nothingness. He could clearly perceive himself as a whole, but when he tried to call a specific organ, there was nothing.

"What am I now?"

He looked at the man in front of him, staring straight into his black and white eyes.

Albert didn't feel fear or despair or anything like that. On the contrary, he quickly calmed down.

Anything can happen in the supernatural world, but figuring out your own situation is a top priority.

"Consciousness, soul, heart, thought, humans have invented countless names, but I prefer to call it..."

The mirror in the man's hand turned into gravel again and disappeared.

He raised his head, and his whole body began to exude a supreme sense of oppression.

"Dream."

Hearing "dream", Albert finally remembered something at this moment.

Seven reliefs, the pale Gothic man, Lúthien, and the raven.

"You just said, this is your kingdom?"

"As you can see,"

The man spread his hands, and the hall began to rotate and reorganize rapidly. In just a moment, the three of them arrived on the terrace.

Outside there is a stone bridge held up by seven giant hands. Countless strange birds and beasts are flying in the sky and on the earth. People wearing costumes from various eras are doing all kinds of incredible things.

Some people's heads turned into pumpkins and they were chasing a giant dragon on broomsticks; some people were soaked in chocolate spring water, and countless ice cream balls and potato chips formed an island.

"Welcome to the kingdom of dreams, I am Morpheus."