You blacked out for a moment and when your vision recovered, you found that the blood of those people had turned green.

Fresh and tender, like freshly picked leaves.

An endless supply of grass was being fed into their mouths, and the emerald green blood converged into a stream, winding its way to your feet.

"Come on, join us, become one of us."

"Be the freest sheep on the grassland."

"Run together, eat grass together, sleep lazily together."

A monotonous tone echoed in your ears.

The passengers closed in on you.

Drops of green blood fell on your body as those people extended their arms, stuffing the grass into your mouth.

The warm touch made your hair stand on end.

That feeling, like the warmth of one's own organs.

And those blades of grass seemed to breathe, inhaling and exhaling with their movements.

"No, I'm not a sheep! I have parents, people I care about. I don't want to stay here.

"I haven't thought about the places I want to go, the things I want to eat! Even though life is tough, I haven't done anything. I don't want to become one of you in a daze like this.

"What I want is to change the status quo, not to obey it. This place isn't freedom, it's a cage that traps people in one place, preventing progress."

"Let me go back, back to my ordinary and insignificant life. Maybe I'll never become the person I want to be, but that's who I am, a real, flesh-and-blood existence!"

You struggled desperately, hurling everything within reach at them.

But there were just too many of them, closing in on you tightly.

You screamed as the crowd swallowed you whole.