Marilyn was crying in the middle of a desert. He moved her under a tree and entered her dream… At last, silence drowned the whole tribe completely.Ĭhauvin found Marilyn in the sleeping crowd. They charged at him immediately but fell asleep one by one before they could reach him. “I mustn’t fight back.Killing them would make me alone again…’ Chauvin floundered, and then he scattered grains of sand at the villagers. You live by ruining others’ sleep! Fortunately, Marilyn revealed your true identity to us otherwise, we’d never know!’ They raised their weapons furiously. As he was about to look for Marilyn, the villagers knocked on his door, yelling, ‘You’re Sandman. One day, Chauvin could not take it anymore. Since that night, Marilyn and Chauvin were not as close as before She even estranged him intentionally. Moments later, he murmured, ‘.Marilyn, it’s our secret.’ ‘What is this sand?’ asked Marilyn weakly, ‘It’s the sand that appeared in my dream.Why did my parents turn into sand…?’ Chauyin remained silent. The sand in his hands looked the same as the sand that her parents had turned into in her dream. Marilyn stared at his face covered in cold sweat and his long trembling ears. ‘Chauvin?’ Marilyn straightened up in fear and asked, ‘What are you doing?’ Looking around in shock, she found Chauvin scattering some shiny sand onto her. She remembered that her parents had turned to dust while they were playing together in her dream. “Father, Mother, stay and play with me for a bit longer.Don’t go…!’ That night, he cast a spell to sneak into Marilyn’s dream… At this moment, he hoped to soothe her grief he hoped that he could become her spiritual pillar to help her overcome her parents’ deaths. With a drowsy voice, she whispered to herself, 'Father.Mother…’ Chauvin stared at Marilyn and asked, ‘You see your parents.in your dream?’ Chauvin’s heart tightened because he knew her parents had died in the war, leaving Marilyn alone. When he returned to their meeting point, he saw her snoozing in the shade of a tree. Chauvin and Marilyn had split up to collect firewood in the forest. ‘Marilyn, are you awake?' Chauvin stroked Marilyn’s forehead on a peaceful evening. Since then, he resided in this tribe and never returned to the forest. Chauvin struggled to respond spontaneously, but he enjoyed the atmosphere. Chauvin received warm hospitality from the villagers when they heard that he had been travelling homelessly. Marilyn was human, and he had to conceal his identity, so he lied, ‘I’m Chauvin, an aveller.’ Marilyn held his hand through the tents, and they met with the villagers. The warm feeling that emerged in his head made Chauvin speechless. The girl’s head tilted as she asked, ‘Do you live here too?’ Chauvin answered anxiously, ‘No.I’m just passing by.alone…’ The girl opened her eyes wide in surprise and said, ‘Just like me! I’m Marilyn, what about you?’ As he struggled to calm down, he heard the whistle getting closer and closer he turned around and saw a girl gawking at him curiously.Ĭhauvin covered his face without thinking. He hid behind a tree, thinking it might be an illusion until he heard the villagers babbling. Upon arriving at the exit of the woods, he saw a dozen tents and a bonfire. Following the voices, he sprinted out of the forest quickly. He had become accustomed to solitariness after living alone for hundreds of years, and he had never heard any sounds other than those from nature. Listening carefully, he heard a few voices approaching the forest.Ĭhauvin’s heart raced frantically. He looked up and perked his sharp, long ears to trace the sound. As disappointment filled his heart, a whistle came from somewhere near. His voice resounded throughout the forest. However, he had nothing outside of the dreams. At last, he had managed to acquire the skill to access the dreamland freely. He had been sleeping in the Sea of Trees for hundreds of years to train himself through his dreams. There was no one else here.Ĭhauvin sighed. He opened his eyes and returned to reality he heard the breathing of fronds and the wind outside his house. “Is anyone here?” shouted Chauvin in his silent dream.
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