Abel had a dream
It was a very long and beautiful dream.
The scene of the dream was a small house. The noon sun shone in, and the breeze caressed the snow-white curtains, blowing a melodious wind.
The furniture was clean and tidy, the floor was spotless, and the layout was warm and pleasing to the eye.
In short, it was exactly the same as the house in the furniture advertisement. Despite the beautification, Abel could still tell what the model was.
This was exactly what his house used to look like, but it had been beautified a lot.
The main point was what was going to happen next. This was probably the most shameful experience he had experienced over the years.
Opening his eyes with difficulty, Abel immediately felt that something was wrong with his body.
It wasn't that there was something missing or something extra. Abel realized that he had become a baby.
That heavy body, the fragile bones that could not stand on their own, the short and fat arms, and the rather heavy head all showed that he had now become a baby.
Abel pondered for three seconds. Had he been reborn? Like hell! After eliminating the possibility of another transmigration and connecting it to the previous situation, Abel had more or less guessed it.
"Dream on."
It was very rare for him to calm down and acknowledge a dream, but it was not like he had never experienced it in his memories.
Moreover, although it was not that he could not control this body, it was not bad to observe this place from a bystander's point of view.
Abel chose to wait and see. He was also curious about who the giant figure was!
"Ring, ring, ring ~"
The wind chimes above her head were caressed by the breeze, making a crisp sound. The sound of soft footsteps drew near, and Abel began to focus.
A nearly perfect woman appeared before his eyes.
Even with Abel's rich experience, he had rarely seen such a beautiful woman. Whether it was her figure, skin, face, or everything else, she gave off a sense of " perfection." It was as if she herself was the epitome of beauty.
However, Abel was still Abel. With his rich experience, he recovered from his momentary daze and observed the beauty with a scrutinizing attitude. He already knew who she was-Tiamat!
"Hehehe ~"
Looking at him in the cradle, the beautiful woman smiled. She stretched out her fair and slender fingers and gently teased Abel in the cradle.
Her words seemed to be very unfamiliar, but the strange thing was that her Chinese pronunciation was abnormally standard. It was as if the language had been entered into her mind and she was reading it according to the information.
The beautiful woman had a gentle smile on her face with a motherly halo. She watched as the baby leaned against her finger and rubbed it gently. Moreover, at this moment, he felt more of a kinship and bloodline connection.
"Hmph hmph hmph ~"
Tiamat's face was filled with the glow of motherly love as he hugged the petite child. Hugging him, she hummed a lullaby that connected her soul to the language.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear baby. Mommy's hands are gently shaking you.”
Abel's eyelids began to twitch as he listened to the gentle song.
What was this? A dream within a dream?
With such complaints, he fell into a deeper level of darkness…
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The breeze blew past the curtains, and the warm sunlight shone into this small and warm family.
This dream was really very long! Ever since he was a child, Abel had been dreaming for more than ten years. He could not tell the difference between a dream and reality.
In this dream, he grew from a baby to a teenager, from kindergarten to sixth grade. In this illusory world, he made up for his childhood.
In a sense, it was a beautiful thing! Was it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or was it a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou? When the boundary between the two was blurred, the only thing he could rely on was his firm will.
As his body grew, Abel went from being a spectator to being able to control his own body. Only then would he realize the nature of this world.
This was indeed a dream world, but it was made up by him and his mother Tiamat. It was just a dream.
The life force that Doomsday had absorbed had connected him to Tiamat's blood and soul. It was because of this that Abel knew her name, and she had learned the language to communicate with Abel.
During the long sleep, he and Tiamat constructed a dream. Tiamat provided the threads while Abel created the dream. That was why everything felt so familiar. It was exactly what Abel wanted.
Tiamat yearned for the love of a child, and Abel yearned for childhood and motherly love, too.
The consciousness that controlled the body was the self, while Abel's own consciousness was the self…was that what it meant? So when his childhood passed and he grew up, the self that controlled his body slowly faded away and was replaced by Abel's self.
"See you tomorrow."
Under the setting sun, the young man waved goodbye to his classmates at the intersection. He stepped on his bicycle and slowly rode home.
Yesterday, when she returned home from school, she went to the arcade with her classmates and had too much fun. When she returned home, she was scolded by her mother. Therefore, it was better for her to behave herself for the next few days.
Humming a pop star's song, the back of a young man carrying a backpack and riding a bicycle drew a long shadow under the setting sun. The young man returned from school and opened the door.
He threw his bag on the sofa. His homework was done in the last physical education class before school ended. After all, physical education classes in China were basically free activities.
She walked into the kitchen and watched her graceful figure busy herself in front of the stove. The rich aroma of food wafted into her nose, making her hungry.
Tiamat turned around and smiled gently.
"You're back."
"Mom, what are we eating today?”The young man asked cheerfully,
"Your favorite beef stew!"
Abel looked on coldly at the warm atmosphere. After dinner, the young man got his mother's permission to go to the arcade on the street to play for a while. When the sky darkened, he rushed home. After taking a shower and changing into his pajamas, he welcomed tomorrow's life in his sleep.
There was no tomorrow. It was time to go back. Abel had not been idle all these years. He had been working hard to absorb the knowledge accumulated in his brain and turn it into his own.
Abel didn't have his own room. He slept in the same bed as his mother. It wasn't that he was timid or afraid, but that the boy's beautiful mother was a very, very clingy woman.
His mother wiped her tears and defeated him when he asked for his own room several times. Helplessly, the sensible young man could only temporarily accept this result.
In the pitch-black night, the young man nestled in his mother's arms, and the mother and son fell into a deep sleep. The pale moon slowly climbed into the night sky, and the twinkling stars filled the night sky like a river.
In the next moment, the young man opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with a golden light, and it was the majesty of an emperor.
Looking at the beautiful and graceful face in front of him, his face blushed slightly. He closed his eyes and carefully pulled his body out.
"Abel…"
Abel looked at Tiamat, who was muttering his name in his sleep.
"Sweet dreams, Mommy."
Outside the window, everything was red. The small home was like an isolated island standing in the red sea of imaginary numbers. There was no longer a pale moon or stars in the sky. There was only an endless red sky.
This was an imaginary space, the end of a dream.
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