Illusion of the Dreamland

It's that dream again.

Rhode lifted his head and gazed at the dusky sky before him. A flight of stairs spiraled under his feet and extended into the clouds along the stone tower. A chilly breeze blew against his face.

When Rhode arrived at the tower roof, he once again met the petite figure who looked like Christie. She stood silently in the center of the roof and gazed at Rhode with a slight smile.

"Who are you?" Rhode puckered his brows.

At this moment, Rhode could clearly sense that this was only a dream. The bizarre feeling of bewilderment and haziness in his mind interwoven as though devouring his rationality. However, Rhode had no ways of resisting it. He gritted his teeth and held on, staring at the little girl before him. He widened his mouth and repeated his question.