2025.12.12 Dream

If there is an ending.

When she opened her eyes, the surrounding environment was no longer a school, and she was no longer an 18-year-old girl. It turned out that all this was just a dream, so maybe she could be relieved and think of it as a beautiful dream without mystery.

She suddenly thought that if there were no previous lives, people would only have this life. Would those inexplicable entanglements and persistence be told by dreams? For a moment, she didn't figure it out.

With a heavy breath, she felt that she was a little too confused. She planned to go downstairs to blow the wind and throw away some garbage by the way - she took the black plastic bag by the bed, pushed the door, went downstairs, and walked on the road.

What is she doing at the age of 18? Are you still thinking about that circle?

She was still thinking about what was in her dream, and she felt mysterious and fresh. The wind blew on her face, making her sober up a little, and she no longer thought about that inexplicable dream. She plans to walk to the amusement park in the sixth building and go home.

Bypassing the Mingyuan convenience store, the children's laughter swayed around and flew to the sky again. In an instant, she felt that she was 18 years old, or an earlier childhood.

After being stunned for a moment, she still strode forward, like dragging inertia, lifting the lid of the trash can and loosening the red fingertips of the belt. I slipped my left hand into my pocket, took out my mobile phone, and the screen just turned on.

She lowered her head and turned around, still staring at the screen.

The wind rose again, filling her neck, and she habitually looked up. The white MLB, the eyes in the dream, stared at her.

She felt panicked, and her heart was beating abnormally. Excitement, fear, shiver, and a kind of excitement of going to the battlefield as if facing a great enemy. She seemed to have returned to the crime scene - the place where both the murderer and the deceased were subjected to violence.

She felt that the screen of her mobile phone was about to turn off, so she habitually turned it on again. She bowed her head in a panic - December 12, 2025.

Her heart seemed to stop.

She suddenly thought that if she were in her previous life and this life, if she was reincarnated, the dream in that dream was her last life;

If there is no previous life, if there is only a lifetime, then this dream has just begun.

From the time she woke up in the afternoon, from her 18 years old to 18 years old.

The man was still staring at her. She felt that he was going to speak.

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  • 2025.12.12记梦

    如果有一个结尾。

    她睁开眼,周遭的环境不再是学校,她不再是18岁的少女。原来这一切都只是一场梦,这样也许她还能释怀些,就当是一个没有谜底的美好的梦。 她忽然想,如果没有前世,人只有这一辈子,那些莫名的纠缠与执着,会不会都由梦来递说?一时间,她也没想明白。

    重重地吐出一口气,她感觉睡得有点太迷,打算下楼去吹风,顺便丢个垃圾——她提着床边的黑色塑料袋,推门,下楼,走在路上。

    18岁的她,在做什么呢?是不是还在想那个圆?

    她仍在想梦里的事,觉得玄秘、新鲜。风急迟地吹在她脸上,让她清醒了几分,也不再去想那个不解的梦。她打算走到六栋的游乐场就回家。 绕过明源便利店,小孩的笑声一圈圈荡过来,又飘飘渺渺地飞到天上。一瞬间,她感觉又回到18岁,或是更早的童年。

    愣了一瞬,她仍大步朝前走,像拖着惯性一般,掀开垃圾桶盖,被带子勒红的指尖松开。左手滑进兜里,摸出手机,屏幕正好按亮。

    她低着头转过身,仍盯着屏幕看。

    风又起来了,灌满她的脖颈,她习惯性地抬头。白色的那件MLB,梦里的那双眼,赫然凝视着她。

    她感到惊慌失措,心脏太不正常地跳着。振奋,恐惧,战栗,以及一种将赴战场如临大敌的刺激。她好像又回到案发现场——那个无论是凶手还是死者,施加的都是暴力的地方。

    她觉得手机屏快熄灭了,习惯性地又点亮它。她慌乱地低头——2025年12月12日。

    她的心似乎停了。

    她忽然想,如果前世今生,如果轮回百转,那个梦里的梦就是她的上辈子; 如果没有前世,如果只有一生,那这个梦才刚刚开始。 从她下午醒来,从她的18岁到18岁。

    这个人仍盯着她,她感觉,他要说话。

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  • Oh cool. I seen a graphic like this floating around insta.