An empty, dilapidated bar, with a fluorescent light full of fly corpses, only able to emit a withering white glow.
The young man lying on the bar counter exerted all his strength to lift his head, as if his skull was filled with cement, unbearably heavy.
The blurry vision took a long time to finally focus, gradually seeing everything in front of him clearly.
Feeling the heartbeat, the movement of his spine, and the tremor of his pituitary gland, Luo Di slowly returned to normal, fully entering this real dreamscape constructed from his memories.
Inside the bar counter.
Bald head, black shirt, the glasses-wearing Dormo was looking at him.
"Luo Di, your state is really poor... Generally speaking, the 'Dream Transition Zone' can reflect a person's mental state, but here it appears desolate and barren.
You seem to have not rested well recently, or there's some kind of interference in your thoughts."
