Bab 166: One Of Daffodil's Daily Lives

I sank onto the bed, and for once, I allowed myself to feel the weight of exhaustion settle over me fully. 

The clothing that I Kuzunoha gave me was quite comfortable, and I didn't need to take them off like when I was still in my Soulthread garb.

It didn't take long for drowsiness to settle in, pressing down like a warm, heavy blanket, and before I knew it, I was drifting off, slipping into the strange world of sleep.

"Another of that lucid-like dream, huh…"

I found myself in a dim, cold room with cracked concrete floors and rusted steel beams. The air smelled of machinery oil and dust, and the room was lit by the dull hum of fluorescent lights flickering overhead. I was in a factory—vast, impersonal, and filled with the clanking and whirring of archaic machines.

And for some reason, memories surged into me like they were my own.