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In the cage of the dream, Arthur felt the cold hand constantly invading his mouth, each advance deepening his sense of fear and despair. Its movements were unhesitating, the cold fingertips seemed to be roaming inside his body, every cell screaming in resistance, but seemingly in vain. His consciousness struggled to break free, but the hand's strength rendered him immobile.
The surrounding white mist seemed to be driven by his inner fear, beginning to churn and stir, gradually forming a huge vortex. Arthur could feel himself slowly being drawn into it, his body floating as if losing gravity, gradually lifted into the air. Under the pull of the vortex, he felt himself getting farther and farther away from reality, being dragged into an unknown space.
In the vortex of mist, his body spun uncontrollably, each rotation causing dizziness and nausea. He tried to break free, attempted to scream, but his mouth seemed sealed shut, unable to produce a sound. Fear filled his heart, but he was helpless, struggling in the air.
The vortex seemed to expand infinitely, each expansion deepening his fear. Arthur's heart was filled with despair, his consciousness desperately searching for a glimmer of hope, but finding none. He felt himself being slowly consumed, his body, his consciousness, everything being pulled towards the unknown abyss.
In the swirling mist, Arthur felt an invisible force flipping him over, revealing the ground below. The pitch-black earth became clearer in his eyes, and every detail filled him with deep fear. His heart pounded wildly, each beat bringing him closer to the approach of death.
Suddenly, he felt the cold hand grab his shoulder again. The touch sent a chilling sensation through his skin, and each fingertip seemed to carry a message of death. He could feel the owner of that hand whispering in his ear, the voice intermittent but filled with indifference and malice: "Go die... Go die... Go die..."
As the final echo of "go to hell" rang in his ears, he felt a hand violently push him to the ground. His body plummeted as if losing gravity, rapidly falling downward. The speed made it almost impossible for his consciousness to keep up, only able to feel the wind whistling in his ears, each whistle sounding like the mockery of death.
He wanted to break free, to struggle desperately, but his body was completely out of his control, helplessly falling forward. His heart was filled with despair, every inch of his skin feeling the breath of death. He began to scream, his voice filled with fear and helplessness, but in the high-speed fall, his cries were almost completely swallowed up by the wind.
He could see the ground rapidly approaching, every detail filling him with deep fear. His consciousness struggled to find a glimmer of hope, but it seemed that everything was already too late. In that inexpressible fear, he could only feel time stretching slowly, every second making him feel the helplessness and despair of life.
As the ground rapidly approached, his consciousness gradually blurred, leaving only endless fear and despair echoing in his heart. His cries echoed in the air, but it seemed that nothing could change. He felt life freezing in that moment, only helplessly waiting for the impact to come. In that endless fear, his consciousness gradually sank into the dark abyss.
In the midst of a dramatic transition between dream and reality, Arthur's screams reverberated through the silent night sky. He suddenly tumbled out of bed, his head hitting the cold wooden floor with a heavy thud. The intense pain instantly jolted him awake, but the impact also left him feeling dizzy.
His violent movements tore the blanket off the bed, sending it crashing to the ground alongside his body. Arthur's unconscious actions also caused the bedside lamp and cabinet to fall to the floor, emitting a series of jarring collisions. The marks on the floor, the overturned cabinet, and the scattered shards were all evidence of his panicked confusion.
He struggled to sit up, propping himself up with his hands on the floor. The impact on his head made his consciousness sway slightly. Cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and his heart continued to echo the fear from the dream. His breathing was rapid, and with each breath, he could feel the lingering remnants of the dream flashing before his eyes.
Arthur stood up with difficulty, holding his head, trying to calm himself down. As he looked at the chaos around him, he couldn't help but feel a wave of helplessness. The terror of the dream still lingered like a shadow, leaving him feeling physically and mentally exhausted.
Arthur sat wearily on the edge of the bed, holding his cold forehead as if he could feel the surging flow of hot blood beneath his scalp. His chest heaved violently, each breath carrying the shadow of fear from his dreams. He tried to calm himself down, but the terror from the dream seemed deeply etched in his consciousness, making it impossible for him to forget.
Outside the window, the rising sun struggled to penetrate the thick white fog, casting a warm light into the room that was originally dim. However, Arthur couldn't feel this warmth at all; his heart was still shrouded in cold fear.
He looked around the messy room, feeling a mix of frustration and helplessness, forming a complex emotion. Broken lampshades and collapsed cabinets littered the wooden floor, while the quilt from the bed, now on the ground, added to the chaos.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself back to reality. He knew that letting fear take over would hinder his ability to complete the upcoming task. Arthur slowly stood up and began to tidy the room, first setting the cabinet upright, then carefully clearing the debris from the floor, and finally folding the quilt and placing it back on the bed.
He did every movement very slowly, as if trying to dispel the fear in his heart in this way. As the room gradually returned to order, his mood also calmed slightly. He knew he needed to continue his mission and not be conquered by fear.
After tidying up the room, he sat back on the edge of the bed and quietly looked out the window. The white mist seemed to have enveloped the entire town again, but the sunlight was still trying to penetrate it, bringing a glimmer of brightness. This cheered Arthur up a bit and gave him some courage. He took a deep breath and strengthened his belief.
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