The sense of time and reality faded away several months, or maybe even years, ago.

Everything does not feel the same as before. Against the background of problems with education, work, socialization, everything around has lost its colors. The idea that this world is not yours at all has been swirling in the recesses of the brain for a long time.

Shifting. The thing that was tried by chance, out of boredom and banal curiosity, the thing that replaced this world for you.

Mentions that all the characters you meet in your sleep had to be kept at a distance and never mentioned again. It's not time for that yet. And so, falling asleep for the third or fourth time a day, you find yourself there again. With your favorite character. In a world where emotions are felt more vividly.

"I got miss you, little bird." The man shoots you a bright smile as he approaches.