Shang Yu realized he had slipped into yet another inexplicable dream. Everything around him was spinning, everything growing distant and out of reach.
From the very first moment he stepped into this place, his consciousness had been lucid, so he simply waited with habitual familiarity for his body to wake up.
Yet this time, the Dream Realm lingered for only a short while. He felt as though he had drifted to some remarkably comfortable place; it was warm all around, nothing like a nightmare. As for what exactly he had dreamed of, he could no longer recall.
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