Tinozan

You recognize that deep weariness, as if it’s about to pull you back into that darkness—an inverted world where rolling mountains dot the night sky, while constellations shimmer beneath your feet. If consciousness were a tangible thing, it would feel like being lifted by a pair of hands, and no matter which direction you head, there’s no end in sight.

“—My lovely dewdrop, you shouldn’t be running in that direction. That’s a cliff, have you forgotten?”

His languid voice drifts near and far, a presence lingering by your side. Tinozan hangs suspended in mid-air in an eerie posture, his vivid, multicolored hair dancing like living creatures. How many nights has it been now? When consciousness sinks into darkness, the master of dreams always arrives as promised.

“Oh dear, my mistake—”

He chuckles softly, and the dreamscape trembles slightly in response. A massive maze materializes out of thin air, endless fabric curtains and light screens casting dance-like swaying shadows in this upside-down world.

“I forgot, I made you forget the last dream—after all, you had to wake up last time.”

After his lips curve into a mischievous arc, Tinozan’s figure draws so close it almost touches the person before him.

“Shall we try again? Go find the treasure I’ve left for you.”