Calmly waiting, time slowly passed, ten seconds, one minute, ten minutes.
The imagined intense pain did not arrive.
"How much longer do you plan to sleep?"
A slightly gentle male voice echoed, and he suddenly opened his eyes, a strong sense of trepidation filled all his thoughts.
This feeling was very familiar, like... the feeling in dreams.
He looked toward the source of the voice. There, a tiger with eight legs was obediently lying on the ground. Its pure white fur and that grotesque body looked extremely terrifying, but its demeanor was full of fear at this moment.
Its eyes were terrified as it watched a young man fiddling with equipment there.
The young man exuded the aura of a scholar, very elegant, with no particular expression on his face. It seemed incongruous with the eyes in the dream, yet he had an intuition that this was the master of the dream at dawn yesterday.
"Who... who are you?"
