An endless darkness spread out all over the place. The dreamscape was a simple one; many of the things recorded within the books appeared superficially without any significant essence or taste. Within the dream of Little You, there would often be a blade of green grass in the distance. Every time Little You wanted to approach and give it a sniff, it appeared to move further away into the distance.

The books had mentioned that the smell of the grass was really refreshing, but at present, she didn't even have a grasp of the concept of the word. She had asked her many companions what 'refreshing' felt like, but none could answer that question of hers.

That day, she dreamed about green grass once more. She opened her eyes wide and climbed toward it with all her power, intent on plucking one blade of grass. "Don't run, don't run...."

She quickly scrambled with her hands and just as she was about to catch up to it, the world twisted and the grass disappeared.

"How annoying." She felt like crying. It was a dream she couldn't wake from, one that repeated itself again and again. But this time around,...