The Dance of Fame and Shadows Chapter 62

That night, the four lines of lyrics kept lingering in Ethan's mind, and he fell asleep.

He dreamed that he was a tree growing between the cracks of cliffs. The process of growing was painful, the pain of being rubbed by the rocks and the pain of being squeezed in the cracks. But he had been immersed in the clouds for half his life, until his body was numb and he had no feeling.

In a trance, a blinding bolt of lightning struck his branch, and he was about to fall, wanting to follow it.

But what would he fall into? A bottomless abyss. How could the lightning that had escaped be trapped at the bottom of the valley with the dead branches and leaves? Perhaps he could still hold on to this silver-white phantom and continue to dream in the muddy swamp, burning himself for a moment of dry wood and raging fire, and spend the rest of his life as ashes.

Somehow, Ethan suddenly opened his eyes. He stared at the endless darkness and took a deep breath. After waking up, he sat on the bed and was in a daze for half an hour. His mind began to become clear, and every detail of the dream was reappearing. The overwhelming burning feeling could not be completely subsided.