The moment that thought first crossed his mind after he woke up, Xian increasingly became disturbed by it. Those dreams were indeed “like a memory,” but that didn’t mean they really were. Far from it.
Actually, the likeliest explanation was that he had become too heavily influenced by the story in the script, which he had read and pondered and talked about with others so many times.
Elements of it must have begun to seep not only into his dreams but also into his reality, much like how kids who had read Harry Potter would secretly hope and wait for an owl that would deliver to them their own Hogwarts letter.
Of course, the difference was, Xian was no longer ten years old.
Then again, there was no age limit when it came to people wanting to immerse themselves in a fantasy world and tak
