Yarin's POV:
The flas burned brighter and brighter until the very last crow had been consud, after which they gradually dissipated.
A shimring silver object fell, producing a clear sound as it hit the stone steps.
I walked over to pick it up and found it to be a round silver ornant sparkling with a tallic luster.
Looking at the harp in my arms, I noticed a circular indentation on the wooden body.
... Should I place it there?
I had a feeling that the silver ornant was ant to be part of the harp, but why had it been with the crows? The harp had been untouched and safe inside the palace, right?
Or had the crows transford into silver decorations?
Out of caution, I didn't place the silver ornant back. With both 'spoils' in hand, I wandered around the dilapidated courtyard for a while but found nothing else. It seed there were no other living beings here except for the crows. The majority of the palace had collapsed, leaving only rubble and decay.
This lunar palace courtyard felt incredibly unfamiliar.
Could this be the original fate of the lunar palace courtyard? Lost in the turbulent currents of ti and space, eroded, fallen, becoming a resting place for unknown creatures, its forr serenity and glory gone forever?
Thinking of such an ending, a shiver ran down my spine.
Thankfully, it was just a dream.
It was ti to wake up from this nightmare. The symbol on my palm emitted a light, dispersing the dim dream.
The light was slightly blinding, and I instinctively tried to shield my eyes, but... huh? Where were my hands?
I changed my focus to my right hand since my left wouldn't budge, but it was empty too.
Where had my arms gone?
I was utterly terrified. In a situation like this, one should scream or call for help, but even that
I couldn't manage. My throat, my tongue, everything had disappeared!
My body was gone!
... Wait a minute.
My body was gone. Could I have done this from the beginning?
After the initial confusion of waking up faded, I finally regained my senses and realized that I was in a shapeshifted state, lting into a puddle of rubbery material.
I reford my upper body and could finally see the room clearly. But where were Master Hayley and Aunt Dorothy? Why was there no one around?
Just then, a knock ca from the door, and it was Aunt Dorothy.
She opened the door slightly and whispered, "How do you feel? Can you control your body now?"
Her oddly sneaky behavior confused even more. So, I reford my lower body too, and said, "Yes, I think I'm fine."
Aunt Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door, and ca in.
"What happened while I was asleep?" Her deanor made feel like sothing serious had occurred.
"Indeed, sothing did happen. Urgh, how should I put it? For so unknown reason, when you fell into a deep sleep, your body suddenly started dissolving and spreading throughout the room. After Hayley and I failed to wake you up, we had to leave your ntal world." Aunt Dorothy said, "Your mother is here, I'll go get her to check on you."
Without a doubt, my situation heightened people's anxiety. Another round of examinations followed, and when they found out that I was perfectly fine, they were surprisingly astonished.
"The cracks on the seal have been repaired, and its existence can no longer be detected." Master Hayley said. "Do you rember what happened in your dream?"
"Yes, didn't you and Aunt Dorothy see it?" I asked.
"I'm certain we were there the whole ti, but when you began to dissolve, we had to withdraw from your ntal world. Strangely, we don't rember anything about the dream's content, as if it were erased like pencil marks rubbed away by an eraser," Aunt Dorothy said.
So I recounted my dream, emphasizing the burning crows.
"I can't help but feel it wasn't just an intention. They gave a sensation of... real existence," Aunt Dorothy said. "Crows are associated with gods in many mythologies. They often appear in stories about the Moon Goddess and Azazel. But burning crows sounds more like a sadistic twist of the demons in hell."
"But they didn't really attack . Looking back, their seemingly aggressive behavior appeared more like they were intentionally leading to the palace where the instrunts were stored."
At that mont, Mom suddenly approached, her brow furrowed as she reached into my collar and pulled sothing out.
"You said those crows burned themselves and eventually turned into a silver harp ornant, right?"
She opened her hand, revealing a silver circular ornant glinting in the lamplight.
"Where did this co from? I don't rember you having such a pendant."
I took the silver ornant with the pale yellow silk chain, examined it several tis, and murmured in shock, "This is the thing I obtained in the dream."
Though it looked like silver, it didn't scorch Mom or my hands. Could I still be in the dream?
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