Walking among the lost dreams, drifting away from the edge of reality; picking up the lost power, listening to the will of the ancients; secrets are our amulets, and oblivion is our protective color...   ......The bottom layer of the dream world is the dreamland of all living beings. When you enter it, you can see their dreams...We are dreamers, and the gaze of the world is like arsenic poison to us. Knowing is like a Mercedes to us...