Just like the winged man lying on the ground without any regard for his appearance.
He looked extremely disheveled, yet he spoke in an unprecedentedly calm tone.
This might be a confidant directed at Gu Xinghe, who was standing to the side.
Or perhaps it's simply a realization of the passage of one's own life in the present moment.
This is a summary of my life.
Then, Gu Xinghe heard the winged man speak slowly.
"I once had a dream."
However, in the dream world, which is also a real illusion.
There is no such thing as a "dream" here.
Upon hearing what the winged man had to say, Gu Xinghe couldn't help but think of this.
Perhaps, the so-called dream is just a fragment of memory of the outside world left behind before the winged people were fully born.
That's why it's presented in a very vague, dreamlike form, with an unclear experience.
But if we look at it from another perspective...
Gu Xinghe, however, had an idea—
Do created works of art dream of their "creator"?
Based on what the winged man said next, it was what he "dreamed" about.
It was the sculptor who created him.
Regardless, Gu Xinghe did not interrupt the winged man's outpouring.
At this moment, the winged man's slow and peaceful narration continued.
"In that dream, I saw a sculptor sculpting a sculpture throughout the entire process."
Although, I clearly only saw that person performing an artistic creation.
But his words and actions, or perhaps some inexplicable feeling, were telling me—
The sculptor was a timid and cowardly man.
In stark contrast, what I saw were the images he sculpted—
It was a tall and majestic human-shaped statue.
Unlike sculptors whose appearance is unremarkable and sometimes even overlooked, the statues are perfect in appearance.
Or perhaps the sculptor himself suffered enough discrimination because of his own physical imperfections.
That's why he put so much effort into creating this statue that came into being at that time—
The direction of each muscle line on the human-shaped statue.
Even the angle of the face at the side was precisely measured and carefully calculated by the sculptor.
As he said this, Gu Xinghe saw the winged man, who had collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, slowly close his eyes.
It seems to be recalling the scene of the sculptor creating the sculpture.
Or perhaps, it is a recollection of the scene of one's birth in the hands of the "Creator".
After a moment, the winged man slowly opened his eyes again, as if he had gathered his thoughts from his memories, and continued speaking.
"From the raw material that was initially just discarded stone, to the gradually taking shape of the statue."
I gradually realized—
That meticulously sculpted statue is myself.
The sculptor I dreamed of was my 'creator'.
He sculpted my ideal personality, or rather, the image that only existed in his imagination, and created me.
And at the cost of his own life, he gave birth to me, allowing the ideal self that once only existed in fantasy to appear.
He gave me a perfect outward appearance and also instilled in me the equally perfect inner character that I should have had.
Or perhaps, my physical characteristics and all my traits are precisely what he most desires to possess.
At this point, the winged man paused again.
The sculptor endowed the winged man with a perfect external appearance and equally perfect inner character qualities.
It also brought him back to life from his original inanimate state, giving him a kind of life.
But Gu Xinghe knew that this was simply because of the "principle" in the dream world that "fantasy and dreams are reality".
That's why the act of "creating life" seems so easy.
But in any case, the winged man should be grateful to the sculptor who was like a "creator" to him.
But the winged man's tone at this moment did not sound like pure gratitude, but rather mixed with more complex emotions.
"I should thank the 'Creator' who brought me into this world at the cost of his own life."
However, after being defeated in a battle with the enemy, he had no choice but to flee and board the Dream Train.
I then realized that the power he gave me, though seemingly abundant, was actually incomplete and powerless.
I began to develop a complex mix of resentment and dissatisfaction towards him.
Perhaps I shouldn't be so disparaging of my own 'creator'.
But when faced with my own failures and retreats, I felt that all these failures were a result of my own actions.
And even the resulting dissatisfaction.
Actually, it's all related to my 'creator,' all because of the influence of his originally cowardly nature.
When the sculptor created the winged figure, he poured all his love, hope, and life into it.
I hope that once the statue possesses a soul, it can become the ideal image that I was destined never to become.
But after realizing how powerless the sculptor seemed to be in the qualities bestowed upon him by the "creator".
The winged people, however, couldn't help but resent the other's existence and feel dissatisfied with him.
The winged human statue is a projection of the sculptor's ideal personality, and in fact, a complete projection of his true personality.
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