"...I’m tired."
After collecting the dream fragnt from Viola’s dream, I visited two more dreams back-to-back.
The third dream I entered was, like the first one, overflowing with the drear’s desires.
The mont I stepped inside, I was t with a dazzling sight—a lavishly decorated room glittering with gold and silk. A man dressed in luxurious clothes greeted , his every movent oozing pretentious elegance. His words were laced with self-importance, but oddly enough, his attitude toward was warm, almost reverent.
Thanks to that, I was able to move freely through his dream without any resistance.
He guided with a proud smile through his extravagant mansion until we arrived at a grand bedroom, more ostentatious than any royal chamber. Velvet curtains, gold-trimd furniture, a chandelier sparkling like a crown—and on the enormous bed lay the man himself, smiling blissfully, lost in his perfect little world.
A dream filled with fulfillnt and self-indulgence.
Still, I didn’t hesitate.
I quietly stepped toward the corner of the room, where the dream fragnt glimred faintly like a shard of moonlight.
"I’m sorry," I murmured.
Then I reached out and took it.
Light burst out instantly, swallowing the man’s peaceful expression as he continued to laugh, unaware that his paradise was fading.
I didn’t stay to watch.
As the light wrapped around , I left that dream behind and stepped into the next.
And imdiately, I regretted it.
"Shit—why are there dinosaurs here all of a sudden!?"
The fourth dream was... chaos.
An open plain stretched endlessly beneath a blazing sun, the ground trembling under the thunderous steps of massive creatures.
Dinosaurs—actual dinosaurs—were everywhere. Towering Tyrannosaurs roaring in the distance, agile Velociraptors darting through the grass, and even stranger beasts I couldn’t na, with horns and crests unlike anything I’d seen before.
The drear must’ve been a hardcore dinosaur enthusiast.
I barely managed to dodge a swinging tail the size of a carriage as I ran for cover behind a fallen tree.
Still, a part of couldn’t help but wonder—did dinosaurs exist in this world’s ancient past too?
Considering this world was shaped by an author from Earth, maybe its roots weren’t all that different from the world I once knew.
The thought lingered as the ground shook again—this ti, much closer.
For a mont, I was awestruck.
Dinosaurs—creatures I’d only ever seen through CGI on a screen—were now thundering across the ground right in front of , every movent vivid, every vibration real.
But that awe didn’t last long.
Because when a creature the size of a building turns its head toward you and starts running, fascination quickly gives way to pure, unfiltered terror.
"AAAAARGH!!"
Right now, I’m sprinting for my life, chased by a full-grown Tyrannosaurus. Its shadow looms over , its massive jaws snapping shut just inches from my back. I barely dodge to the side before those jagged teeth can crush .
I know it’s a dream—at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
Even if I won’t die here, I’ll definitely feel it.
And I really, really hate pain.
So, naturally, I’m running like my life depends on it.
"Kiyoyoyoyoyo!!!"
I almost trip mid-sprint. What... was that sound?
The T-Rex roars again, and I swear the noise sounds less like a terrifying prehistoric beast and more like soone strangling a seagull through a broken speaker.
"Kiyoyoyoyoyo!!!"
Yeah. Definitely not what I expected.
The creature is terrifyingly realistic—the texture of its scales, the heat of its breath, even the glint in its eyes looks too real—but that cry ruins everything.
I can’t help but think the drear who created this scene must’ve known what dinosaurs look like, but not what they sound like.
Then again, to be fair... neither do I.
Still, I’d really prefer not to find out what kind of sound a Tyrannosaurus makes when it finally catches .
Anyway.
"Where on earth is it? It’s like I’m in so kind of Jurassic Park."
I muttered under my breath as I sprinted through the vast, shifting landscape. My eyes darted around restlessly, searching for even the faintest glimr of the dream fragnt—or its owner.
By now, enough ti had passed since I entered this dream, yet there was still no sign of either.
That didn’t make sense.
Usually, the dream’s owner appeared sowhere within their own dreamscape, whether they were directly participating or just watching from afar. But no matter how far I ran, no matter how many tis I turned corners or scanned the horizon—there wasn’t a single human in sight.
’Wait a second...’
A sudden realization struck .
When I was a kid, my dreams used to run wild—fantastical, nonsensical, and endlessly vivid.
Sotis, I’d dream of soaring through the sky like Superman, punching holes through clouds with my tiny fists. Other tis, I’d beco a massive robot, defending the world from alien invaders with laser eyes and rocket fists.
But out of all those dreams, there was one I loved the most.
For a kid obsessed with dinosaurs, what could possibly top—
"...A dream of becoming a dinosaur," I muttered under my breath, realization dawning.
It suddenly made perfect sense.
Maybe the dream’s owner hadn’t vanished at all. Maybe they were still here—just in a different form. Sothing enormous. Sothing ancient. Sothing now barreling toward with thunderous footsteps.
My heart skipped a beat as I slowly turned my head.
Behind , a Tyrannosaurus roared, its primal cry shaking the very ground beneath my feet.
"Kiyoyoyoyoyoyo!!"
The sound hit like a shockwave, rattling through my bones and stealing the air from my lungs. Dust and debris whipped past as I looked up at the towering beast—its scales glinting, its eyes burning with raw, animal intensity.
And then I saw it.
There, wedged between the ridges of its skull, was a faintly glowing stone.
A dream fragnt.
My eyes widened, and a grin slowly tugged at the corners of my mouth.
"Of course... you were the drear all along."
The realization settled over like a spark catching fire.
Without another thought, I dug my heels into the ground, skidding to a stop. The earth cracked under my weight, and dust billowed around . I turned sharply, locking eyes with the monstrous dinosaur charging my way.
Its roar tore through the air once more.
And I—smiling despite the tremor in my chest—faced it head-on.
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