"A strange mysterious"

But one thing had bothered him the most. It wasn't something simple; it was pretty much a distant dream coming from the shadows from the window. He thought, there's nothing wrong with that, I could clearly tell its going to be okay. His own voice had sounded exhausted from his own mind. He saw nothing but the darkness of the clouds now coming in. He stood there not knowing what he is going to see, a flash of rainbows of his own thought.

He couldn't tell who it was, but his smile had seemed so bright and youthful. And he grabbed the plant his own small hands was grabbing. For some reason he thought, isn't this strange? When was there here? I cannot tell. And for a moment he could see him smile so bright, but his own body had glowed bright. And his smile was there, but his own face was covered by a yellow light. It wasn't something he's been used to. Jackfeilt said, "So then, what are you doing in my mind?"He sat down with him and said, "I am just a fragment of your own lost memories, but one day you'll find out. I can count on you." He smiled. It was brightful as the sun directly shining from his own spirit. 

He cannot know who he's been talking to, but he could feel a hint of uneasiness.For a moment he had just stood there, snapping back into reality. He thought, so when will I do something interesting? I mean, it would've been fun. His own childhood voice had spoken from the very back of his own mind. Jackfeilt said, "Yet I still struggle here today, learning nothing but feeling a strange trauma that I couldn't quite take my own eyes off the same spot."He continued to walk around the house, grabbing his own mittens. It was getting a bit cold as the fog had covered the place.

 He couldn't tell if it's just a dream or a belief. Even so, he can say this: I am going to work as hard as I can, but what other reason can I find something to enjoy? I mean, it wasn't that simple. I gotta find a reason to slip in my own card. 

He looked at the leaves falling through the ground. They were coloured in yellowish. For a moment he thought, as soon as I graduate, I can finally get out of this place.But then he noticed a shadow walking towards the park. It moved like a phantom; its own footsteps had slowly faded as it kept walking. He thought, it could be my only head because I stayed up for a night shift. For a moment he could remember a vivid memory of him working hard in the staff manager's office.

 He just grabbed a piece of the paper and continued to write down people's problems and something like that, but he felt like overworking night shifts because he had to really earn a lot more money for his family.He thought, oh well, my family needs a lot of support, I cannot abandon them. I can't really know what's going to happen with my own life. 

His own eyes looked very droopy. He felt his own vision becoming more blurry as he continued to laugh at not even a single thing. His own mind is just playing tricks with him when he's been a child.So then he walked, seeing an old body without food and shelter. 

He looked completely starved from eating pretty much nothing. He said, "Can someone please help me?" But for a moment he bent down and handed him some piece of bread. For a moment he could look at him with a lot of deep empathy, and Jackfeilt said, "It's okay, you can finally eat for a moment."He smiled directly at him and turned away and began to wave at him. For a moment the phantom shaped like him had appeared. He said, "Well, that wasn't something I was expecting, but I can tell this—I mean, I see a lot of dreams." He only just walked, passing the streets. 

For a moment he could see a lot of carriages coming from all over. He couldn't help but say nothing, but noticed something.But the carriages looked like cars that you see from a very time before, but it wasn't something he came for something he's been waiting for—his own writing to help some people. But it was definitely quiet outside.

 He saw the people playing around those park. For some reason it looked like it was a lot more awfully familiar to his own childhood, but he couldn't quite hear what's going to be on the park. It was filled with swings and slides, but a house was on the park too.

 For a moment he thought, so then how will I continue to know something that's pretty much lost?He stared under the park for a moment. He looked at the tunnel as if it was pretty small, and one kid asked, "Aren't you supposed to be working at some place?" The kid's voice was pretty curious. He said, "Well, uhm, I don't really know about that, but I am just here to explore something I had lost yet."He only just looked at the park, seeing nothing but a cold air feeling the place while the kid doesn't even notice it. 

He thought, he can't really see what I see because the kid is just a normal person.He walked out of the park and saw the trees waving against the playground, and he noticed something. He saw something carved for a moment. He couldn't tell what it was.