Nico - The moon that you can see only after removing the flower

Chapter (1)

The first son thought that the dream he had last night was very strange. He thought, but he wasn't sitting on the bench and thinking. He was just sitting there, not getting out of bed, but enjoying the morning air, feeling the warmth of the morning air, and thinking.

In his dream, he was on a battlefield. In his dream, the war seemed to be like World War I. The soldiers in the long line of marching men in front of him were firing rifles.

The soldiers on the side were pushing the big guns on the cart wheels with great force. He was... riding a beautiful, well-built brown horse, the kind you always see in cowboy cars. The horse was moving slowly and steadily.

However... the road they were marching on was the winding road in front of Thingangyun, the same road he had climbed as a child, and the helmet he was wearing was not a German or English helmet, but a helmet worn by Burmese generals.

The sound of horses neighing beside him, the sound of hundreds of people trampling through the pouring rain, the sound of heavy cart wheels rattling and pushing. He remembered that his helmet was too big for his head and often came loose, so he still held it in place with one hand.

At that moment, there was a loud explosion... a loud scream, and he saw four or five soldiers marching in front of him, falling down with a thud. The whole world around him was in chaos, and he jumped off his horse and rolled into a nearby trench. Bullets were raining down on the ground in front of his trench. He shouted orders, pulled out a pistol from his belt and fired.

But the bullet didn't go out. What was in his hand was not a pistol, but an eggplant. He saw the huge sight and was shocked, sweating profusely, and his heart was pounding.

"I'm dead," he thought, when a man rolled into his trench. He looked in horror and saw that it was Arnold. Arnold threw his machine gun in his hand, causing it to explode, and then ran back into the trench. Arnold was also armed with guns. He was happy.

"Hey Arnold... please give me a gun."

"Why should I give it?"

Arnold shouted as he ducked under the bullets that had just landed in front of the trench. The dust that had come out hit his face. It entered his mouth. The surroundings were filled with screams, shouts, and gunfire. He spat out the sand that had entered his mouth and screamed.

"Hey Arnold, give me a try... because my gun is a tomato."

Arnold ignored his shouts and climbed onto the trench and started shooting again. He wanted to fight. He wanted to shoot too.

“Hey, Arnold. Give me a hand... We're all going to die. You know... Give me a gun.”

Arnold looked at him in disappointment, then pulled the pistol from his belt with a "click" sound and threw it away. He grabbed the gun that had "read" into his hand with Sonmotion, and stood up amidst the bullets, firing.

However... his gun didn't fire like Arnold's guns, but the bullet just went out with a "pop" sound like it had when he was young, and landed about a foot in front of him. He was losing his nerve, getting angry. At that moment, a bomb landed in front of him with a "pop". He screamed in shock and jumped into the air, his heart racing.

He woke up because of that "oh" scream. He was covered in sweat. His chest was throbbing. His whole body was numb. First, he was very happy to know that he was not dead. Second, he was helpless to know that it was a dream. Why was the gun in his hand like an eggplant? Why were the bullets he fired like they were piercing the frame?

He was dissatisfied with the dream state that was nothing when he changed from dream to waking consciousness. If he had known that he was dreaming only five minutes ago, he would have

He would have grabbed Arnold from the side, grabbed his gun, and run into the bullets without any fear, and shot him dead. But in the dream, he was afraid.

This...is a dream. As soon as he realized that he couldn't die, he forced himself to go back to sleep and try to make that dream come true. He tried to. But...he couldn't. In his mind, he could only hear the chirping of birds. He could only hear the sound of a car driving down the road. He could only hear his mother's voice from the kitchen downstairs and the sound of spoons and plates.