[In the early morning, under the gaze of townspeople who looked at me as if I were a fool, I left the small town and headed alone to Midnight City, which was several dozen miles away. I stopped in front of the bloodstained fields that appeared in every dream. The scarecrows stood among the knee-high wheat fields, making it impossible for me to get close. I could only gaze from afar at the deep and dark city of Midnight City, where five black towers stood, and the World Tree spread its gloomy darkness. At this moment, a long-lost drowsiness came over me, and with wild abandon, I lay down in the wilderness and drifted into sleep. Then, an unprecedentedly vivid dream emerged in my mind.]
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