Since three years ago, Khan has been troubled by the same dream.
At first, those dreams were incredibly real, as if they had truly happened. Sometimes he would run across the endless grasslands, sometimes gaze into the distance from atop a mountainside towering into the clouds, sometimes play with schools of fish in the ocean, and sometimes soar freely through the sky. . . .
He even knew he was dreaming; he could feel his body turning over involuntarily, his digestive tract moving, his teeth grinding, his farts, or even his groans.
This is definitely extraordinary - a good education has taught him that dreams are just the brain's reconstruction of memories, and things that have never been seen before cannot appear in dreams, no matter how imaginative one is!
When the impossible becomes possible, it is no different from a miracle.
Khan did not have the financial resources to delve into unknown phenomena, so he could only treat peeping into dreams as some kind of adventure game until he found the palace floating in the clouds.
His first feeling was light, an endless light, a gentle light, a warm light, a healing light. Then, behind the light, there was a great temple.
It was a metallic cube. Its outer surface was densely packed with a network of pipes, with entrances and exits at each of its eight corners. Yet, the light emanating from within was a cold, aloof hue that seemed to repel anyone. It was so vast that the gaps between the pipes could accommodate several Fish-class warships, linked end to end. The entrance space felt like an infinitely extending cavern. Looking down from any point, one could always see the furnace at its core, constantly emitting energy. Its interior was vast, filled with clouds of blue gas everywhere, and the mass of air required to fill it was incalculable.
He couldn't remember where he had seen such a thing, whether it was the virtual reality games he occasionally played or the holographic movies he saw on the Internet. There was no such thing that required all his life experience just to imagine its appearance.
He stopped at the palace gate, not daring to move forward.
He was afraid, an adventurer is afraid, so he could not enter the temple.
He lost the ability to fly and fell faster, becoming Dedalus with broken wings.
He fell into the dark void and heard a sigh: "Child, come here."
Just that one sentence woke him up from his sleep countless times, and he was sweating all over.
Such strange dreams are nothing more than this, and they are occurring more and more frequently. Occasionally, I have hangover symptoms, which the doctor attributes to overwork, prescribes a few prescriptions for calming the nerves and nourishing the kidneys, and then leaves it at that - the best doctor in the old capital.
Now it seems that the doctor is in cahoots with them!
Although forcing a connection between strange dreams and reality was a common practice among superstitious people, Khan did it anyway. He believed that the high-ranking figures' covert travels were necessarily intended to be covert operations, and a down-and-out noble like him would undoubtedly bear the brunt of the consequences. He might not even have time to escape in a few days. Scaring oneself was the most terrifying thing. He believed the high-ranking figure was attempting to alter the people's reputation by creating an internal enemy.
After watching the welcome ceremony, Khan trembled as he returned the way he had come, opened the hidden dog hole, and returned to the tavern courtyard. He looked around anxiously. The exoskeleton was intact on the shelf, a bucket of warm dirty water was placed against the wall, and the rear window of the house was ajar as when he left, but the homemade alarm and the extension ladder used to climb up and down were gone.
The tentacles of fear immediately gripped his heart. At this moment, he wished so much that he had not come back.
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