A distant, ancient aura rushed over.

The air here carries the fragrance of grass and sunlight. Taking a breath, it immerses the whole person in joy.

You are extremely happy.

An unprecedented experience envelops you.

The pressure of life that has been there for a long time disappears, and your heart is filled with love and radiance.

Grass is the most beautiful thing in the world, and now it fills your surroundings. You feel like a carefree sheep on the grassland.

Soft clouds wrap around you, causing your body to float involuntarily.

"Happiness is eating until you're full and sleeping!"

Unexplainably, you feel incredibly happy.

When you come back to your senses, your hand is resting on that door.

Your hand feels icy cold.

You suddenly shudder, and you detach from that strange feeling.

Once again, the fragrant smell of grass tries to entice you back to the previous state.

When this thought pops into your mind, cold sweat breaks out on your forehead.

Yes, why do you think grass is the most beautiful thing in the world?

The most beautiful thing in the world... isn't it money?

A strange obsession deep in your soul makes you feel a bit odd.

As a slave to housing, you suddenly feel that money is no longer important!

After calming down, you scrutinize the door once again.

The blackness of the wooden door, like freshly spilled ink, seems to come alive under your gaze.

And the black light seeping through the door, its enchanting tendrils stretch out, gradually revealing themselves from behind the door.

You quickly back away, but no matter how far you run, that door remains silently behind you.

Within reach.

You start to feel afraid.

And the darkness rushes towards you like a tidal wave.

The inky tendrils stretch out, clamoring for you to come closer.

You scream, finally waking up.

Fortunately, there's a time limit.

Fresh air fills your nostrils.

Your heart keeps pounding, extreme fear causing it to ache.

You absentmindedly touch your chest and feel the warm beating of your heart, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

But when you lift your head, you realize that all the passengers in the cabin are sitting in their seats with a mesmerized and intoxicated expression.

The precious jewels they treasured are scattered on the floor without care.

Dust clings to them, making them lose their former brilliance.

You are extremely afraid, worried that they will never wake up.

You scream desperately, trying to wake them up.

But it's no use.

You notice that your colleague, Glasses Guy, has your lunchbox in front of him, and he has eaten up your sandwich.

No!

He ate too much!

You shake Glasses Guy frantically.

"Wake up! Wake up quickly!"

You shout weakly, trembling with unknown fear.

And at that moment—