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I woke up in confusion.
“Am I still in my imaginary world?” I asked myself in a quiet
voice while trying to stand up straight. This time was different,
The surface below me was grass, not sand. I then looked around
curiously.

Not far away from where I was standing, there was a festival
going on. I slowly walked up from the grassy area near the sidewalk
and paced toward the crowd.

“Mom, Where are you?”

My action suddenly stopped, so I could hear that voice
again.

“Where are you? Please come. I'm scared.”
It was the voice of a child, maybe a boy that echoed in my
head. I glanced around, but there was no one who could be the
owner of this voice. Why am I hearing this? How could I help him?

“Mom, I'm here…near the merry-go-round. Mom, Where
are you?” The echo was getting louder.
The merry-go-round? I stayed still for a while, trying to recall
the old stories, and decided to make my way through the busy
market.

The large area of the town square had been transformed
into a small amusement park, where I could see the bright light of
the merry-go-round from a distance. People started to gather here,
waiting for the fireworks. When I reached the rotating machine,