"Swish... Swish..."
In the haze, Fisher seemed to have another dream, but this dream had no content, only an eternal sense of peace and tranquility.
Perhaps you might wonder, shouldn't every good sleep have this kind of feeling? This shouldn't really be called a dream.
But Fisher felt that this process, which left only a feeling even without any images, was like a dream, a definite scene...
He felt like he was powerlessly floating in a peaceful ocean, held aloft by the water that had become the same temperature as his body, allowing him to float in water of unknown depth, facing the sky.
The sky bore no imagery, no blue skies or white clouds, no dazzling sunlight, only a darkness, as if the entire world consisted only of the ocean he was in.
He felt like he had come from the sea.
Vaguely, he heard something singing, softly narrating in a tone that he could not comprehend or understand...
