Somo had a dream.

A strange, yet familiar dream.

He dreamed that he fell from a high altitude and fell in front of a high wall without boundaries.

The material of the walls is not common masonry, but individual hexagonal glass.

Countless glasses are superimposed together, so that people can only vaguely see something moving behind the wall.

Time here seems to have lost its meaning, only moving forward

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