林风在 narrating - dolorfully - when he opened his eyes. It was just another Monday, the sky was grey, and the classroom was hot. He sighed and reached for his pencil, trying to copy what the teacher was writing on the board. But then he stopped. Something was wrong.

He looked around the room, at his classmates, at the teacher. None of them seemed to notice anything unusual, but to him, the world had changed. Colors were brighter, more vibrant than he remembered. The blue of the sky was deeper, the green of the grass was more intense, and even the yellow of the sunlight was warmer. It was like someone had added more颜料 to the world, and he was the only one who could see it.

He frowned, confused. Was he dreaming? No, the teacher's voice was too real, the smell of chalk in the air was too real. Then he remembered the dream he had last night. He had dreamed of a forest, of animals that glowed in the dark, of a woman with silver hair who had given him a golden ice cream. He had thought it was crazy, but now...