When Jasper Caldwell woke up, it was three days later.
I sat up, my head ached, my vision went dark, and my stomach rumbled.
The green lizard was not around, nor were the mammoth and the ground beast. He tried to speak, but his throat hurt and his voice was hoarse. Strange memories flooded into his mind, fragments of images, and he couldn't find a clue, like a tangled mess.
Jasper Caldwell bent his knees and combed his hair vigorously. He felt that he had slept for a long time and had been dreaming non-stop. After waking up, everything in the dream became blurry. The only thing he remembered clearly was the red lizard.
With scales as dazzling as gems and a mighty roar, it spreads its wings and flies in the clouds, looking down upon the world.
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